The wind comes up cold in August.
Coyotes bark in the valley
I sit on the mountain
Raven wings brushing my hair
Pay attention to me, says Raven.
I will. Tomorrow.
Right now I’m distracted
Tied up. Tied down.
Raven sits in the juniper
Watching me as I draw him
Looking at me
He swoops in to untie a knot
He talks to me every day.
Light glancing off his feathers
Six drawings later
My eyes are reflected in his
As I walk in the desert morning
Raven lands in front me
Listen, he says
And finally I do.
©Beth Surdut 2011
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| Nov/Dec Orion Magazine--Walks Like a Man and my thoughts about habitat and wildfires Meet the raven clan http://www.listeningtoraven.com |
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