Solstice Two Saturdays Ago in the BackLand

Singing the sun down, Coyote emerged from Grandmother Pinon Tree.
She stopped, turned her head and looked into me.

Like a friend who had been found
I bowed to her wild wisdom, innate beauty and silent strengths.

She began walking slowly down the cattle path with me following.
As she glanced back, I bowed again.
Raven watched quietly from the high cedar branch
Then flew ahead as the sun bowed and went behind the Jemez.

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