NATIVE WINTER RAGA CANOPY
It’s winter, bone flute, birch bark
I run on blacktop in the park, this luxury
of civilization, paved path
Counterintuitively, some
pavement fosters Nature via
easy access, a means of paced
appreciation to the thick
of Great Spirit
Creatures of the Spirit abound–
rabbits in natural huddled stances
floating, coasting birds drifting
stresslessly in liquid air
Deer in the woods
Their nibbling ruminations
are interrupted by my approach
White tails flag, bounce vertically
Plump legs jump, crash and crunch
with ownership through underbrush
in flushed, blurred swirls–sienna, berry
bramble, raw manic pumpkin orange
Native hues drawn from palette
of winter season
Subtle beauty, bark and branch: bone,
charcoal, mocha winding upward
Thrusts of lace
like sea fan coral,
canopy
~ Lady