Her spirit writes the wind
filled with ancient rhyme of nature’s song,
blending the beauty of her native heritage
with a mind seeing the cracks
in the world’s foundation.
What rises within her caring heart
is a love that flows like a tributary
gracing bountifully so many lives
as she uses her pen
to express the pure essence of life,
sometimes raw and powerful,
but always delving into truths.
A pen wearing her ancestral headdress,
yet pouring forth with visions
astute and clear about what abounds
in shadows and light,
having a voice among the clouds
where she gazes with an eagle’s sight,
expressing the feathers of hope
amid the dawn of any mind.
She holds the sunrise in her images,
paints them upon the pages,
etched in splendor of her wisdom
tinted by deep respect
for all that breathes.
Among the line she shares
are the many meadows where we dwell
within the silence of our dreams,
placing them on a poetic canvas
so we know they are campgrounds
everyone seeks to sleep in serenity’s tent.
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