When the wolves lure me outside

with hymns to meat and moon -

When the great gray owl in the pine

asks who with his curious song -

my spirit dances.

I know not who wrote the grand

symphony but when the loon adorns

the sun that sets so gently into clear

waters with an answer to my flute -

larger questions ignite me.

The capelin voices of a thousand

tree frogs play the chorus of spring

to the echo of the first nation\'s

ghost drums as if the twittering

woodcock need the beat

to describe endless circles.

Cicadas drone the heady elixir of

summer to imagined rhythms of corn

that grows inches overnight the murmur

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of the creek knows the sound of

clearer waters bound by gravity

to flow south with the geese those

Troubadours of autumn.

These are the songs that know me...