Thanks to all of you who have wished me a happy birthday.
In the spirit of a wonderful tradition of my Native American friends, here is a “giveaway” for all of you. After all, this medium is a kind of perpetual virtual powwow.
All of me
The deer, having safely distanced herself uphill from me,
Looks down in amazement.
Curiosity and a little fear in her eyes,
A little longing in mine,
She in her sagebrush,
I in my microfiber,
The wind in her ears,
Willie Nelson in mine,
On the outskirts of town,
We study each other
As a lyric mingles with the autumn, blowing away
To make room for new meaning.
All of me, why not take all of me?
gcdstar 