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Friday, November 20, 2015

First Snow by Jackie B. Steele

I could hear them coming even through the sounds of whistling pines
a large flock of Tundra Swans with the gales at their back,
The North West winds are whistling through birch and pines, steady now, I face the winds & my watering eyes
hold a vision and we breathe & i can almost see'
a snow dancer coming through the trees,
Circling, swirling sometimes slow and steady
sometimes weaving and very swift,
Leaving sparkling, crystalline petals of light are the gift
She is spirit of the snow and transition time
the warm and cold she says "are yours & mine"
we delight in restoration of this dry land
especially when you held out a grateful hand,
To say Miigwetch,
and we touched.