Whisper n Thunder
                                          The Whisper of Native American stories, the Thunder of stories that demand to be told. 
                                                                                                                                                                  

Poetry n Prose 6

STILLNESS

Long quiet summer days of pensive smells

Sitting in earth, grass around shoulders

Buzz of cricket’s joy

Smell of clover envelopes me

Soft winds rustling hair, circling me

Dusk overtakes my eyes shade by shade

Small lost moments as the insects still for the night.

~ John Three Fingers ~

WARM RAIN

Rain pushing down upon me

Golden drops in sunlight, a splashing, sparkling miracle

The rays of sun entering globes of water

Heat touches me in between drops

Times breaks down, perspective loses

We awake moment to moment

The more we become aware the more we discover now

              ~ John Three Fingers ~  
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