Native Earth

Posted by in America, Poems

Earth Spirit

nakai
i float
on your flute

you, Shaman, call
the canyon mouth
opens
to breathe
to sing

fly
ancient arms
open
wind high
canyon breath
star chant

nakai
i float
on your flute
high

Eagle’s Feather

you sing
in air
and float
in notes
to dance on hearts

you dress
my head
to bring me
strength
of talons and flight

Earth Mother

eagle’s call
“mother”
echoes
on the plateau

coyote’s whistle
strains
across the canyon
tan

ancient chant
long
across the night
in starlight

eagles call
“mother”
reaches
from earth to sky

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