Welcome at my campfire

Snow Woman

White winter winds
shrieking through snow-covered beings.
Standing, silently watching,
As myriads of chilly travelers
seek shelter.

Every hole,every branch, filled,
with life.
Huddling together for warmth,
We Watch.

Northern lights flicker across the sky.
Dancing
Creating shadow images
Whispering
Sleep, Sleep...

Hypnotized
I fold into fetal position
for warmth.
Knowing that I may
not
awaken again.

White Buffalo Calf Woman appears
She dances before me
Handing me my Pipe
She tells me to use it
To dream.

Naked before God
I cry out for the innocence
of my beginnings.

I am blinded
by the cold and by the wind
What am I to do, Grandmother
What am I to do???

It is simple, she says,
Again SHE is the Wind
LISTEN TO ME
HEAR ME
LOOK AT ME
SEE ME!

Help Me, I answer
I am pitiful and I am dense.
Falling into my dream
I find myself
embraced
by the Queen of
Feminine Wisdom.
SHE ENFOLDS ME in
Feathered Warmth
throughout my journey home.
THE NORTH