Poetry

Running Raven

RUNNING RAVEN

Running raven

On a winter day

Red clover tea

I can taste my dreams,

Telling myself I can get to the other side

Sweet sorrow in the morning,

I know who I am

The rest falls away like empty words

What remains reaches for the light

Pour truth into the broken places,

There’s a white feather to be found

Sent from across the great divide

The horses know there is snow on the wind

Dancing in the sun

Let it seep through my bones

Reminds me of my place

Among the living.

 

Deana Lafleur 2017

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