Publication Credits

BROKEN GLASS - - Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed

TURBULENCE - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Cottonwood Stars

beneath green shaded canopy
humbled by nature's sweet heart beat

you cracked a branch, peeled the skin
showed me the star that hides within

forgotten stories, remembered words
above our heads, a church of birds

high wire chirp-fest, a gathering
assembled perhaps that they might sing

no choir songs, but they did instead
take off at once above our heads

soft-wing, day stars filled the sky
showed us in spirit a legend and why

stars are born and understood
deep inside of cottonwood

The Arapaho Indians believe that cottonwoods are fundamental to the creation of the star-studded night skies. When the night spirit needs stars, it asks the wind spirit to blow, and blow hard it does, until cottonwoods shed some of their branches. At the broken places is left a star-shaped pattern in the wood, where a new star was born into the sky. [


  1. wow...enthralling...
    i am amazed at the story behind the poetry...i just so loved your poetry...i myself write poetry....but compared to u i m nothing:D
    i am your new follower...hoping to see you as one of my followers too:)
    take cares and keep up the awesome piece of work...:)

  2. Hi floodgate, :) Thanks for comments and reading my poetry. Sorry I have taken so long to get to your note, but I do want to tell you that you should never ever call yourself nothing...whatever we write about is our own special magic and if that means something to you, then you should embrace's almost like giving yourself a hug..:)....I did join your group and will be reading ...thanks again!!