Lord  of  the  Dance

Don Hynes

January 12, 2020

Big drop rain and gray skies

settle over the land,

cold air and wet ground

bringing rest to the earth

in the deep sleep of winter.

Guides inform me

during blanket weather

in the shape of crows

and bare branch trees,

telling a story

older than time.

Bear dreams in his cave,

salmon come to life

in upland creeks and rivers

as the Old Ones shape a future

under the January moon.

I hold fast in the rushing water

of time and familiar faces,

letting care be taken

before speaking a word,

bowing to the Lord of the dance

then entering the flow.

thank you Don!

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