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Flying month of February
Chapter two of the year
after January is half away
A dime sized oak leaf wears faded pink
On each side a smaller symmetrical leaf appears as an angel under a cedar tree near Cleopatra’s cluster
Spanish Canyon is it’s home
Blessed by first snow
already seems so long ago
Beyond the northern most peaks of the western time zone echo singing and hand drums.
Farther south through the southwest they sit through the night into the wee hours of morn inside mother earth.
History, lessons and origins. Under the path of Orion the galaxy stories of the ancients are shared.
Ribbons of smoke from lodge fires in the great northwest weave in journey to the lowest of heavens.
In a kitchen a shirtless little boys sits at the kitchen table painting. Outside it is Rocky Mountains cold without the crispness, without the zephyrs. Cold like the headwaters of Yellowstone, origins of the Kiowa. Cold like the shadow of 7,274 foot Dowa Yalanne (Corn Mountain) within sight of Grandma’s house at Zuni the village.
The kids mom grabs a binder and scoots a chair close to the him. Closer and closer she scoots right next to him for a reaction. Wearing braided hair the kid looks up amused and asks ‘friends?’ with a smile.
March is bossy. The 4th clicking the calendar left, right, left and forth is the bossiest day.
Soaking in warmth rattlesnake leaves his den at the bottom of a deep crevice into the midday sunlight on the floor. His home is called Hunting Horse Hill.
Splitting open the sky is spectacular lighting in spring.
First Thunder follows, signaling the First Nations it is time to begin
Not a calendar
Not a watch
Not a paper flyer
Time to ready for the seasons forward
Here and there a waxy little leaf parade in bell shaped green lines the twigs of Blackjack Oak
March into April and now we’re gliding
Spherical wasp galls in green cling to oak twigs
Redbud blooms of reddish pink line black twig branches more beautifully than a Hawaiin lei on Papakolea (we should go)
Dreary clouds usher in predawn showers
On damp warm mornings now Yucca plant shoots up tall and upright into the sky
A pair of chapters more and completion of 2025 will be half spent
Misty showers on its dreamy heart shaped leaf is the redbud of April and May
Mop headed bergamot blooms of late May cluster in bunches
Clusters and bunches where warm late summer wind and November showers have taken their seeds
Half done and half spun we begin to wonder
Have we missed out on so much fun
Yellow rose like petals shy and beautiful peek open in sunshine after a warm shower
For a string of days their blooms follow the sun across the sky
Gently squeezed petals by mother natures soft fist pause in wait for a next day yellow encore with a bow to a yellow west after sunset.
Eagerly joined a dutiful bumblebee bounces from the yellow cactus flowers to the pungent minty wild bergamot
It is time on Mother Nature’s necklace watch
June heat nudges July at the ready
Mile long lakeside trails on a rocky hill release a cleansing steam
It is time to gather
It is time to sing
It is time to dance
The hotter the better
Time after time
Year after year
The time is here
A people . . . here
We have readied
We have not missed out on fun
We’ve lived it all along
First Snow
First Thunder
First Nations
Friends with the seasons
Friends with the galaxy
Friends
Now and forever
