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. [
wow...enthralling...
ReplyDeletei 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...:)
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 it...it's almost like giving yourself a hug..:)....I did join your group and will be reading ...thanks again!!
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