"I am lovers with what hasn't a name: the inside of wind,

the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Sunday, June 3, 2012

Summer Ago

summer cicada
enchanted songstress 
waited unafraid
on the redwood
hand rail
above creek
under trees
a gift
cicadas bring summer
gliding on warm yellow winds
***
watching from
the shadows of time
ancestors
understand
my love
always the
land belongs
to them
morning takes
my hand
we walk
stories of this
place
float into
my soul
humbling
to be touched
for eternity 
sacred fire
brands my
heart
kindred
peace
sweet
absolution
drips like
honey
threads of time
weave together
past and present
veiled hatred
unable to
destroy a
gentle people’s
history
a proud people

Tunica Biloxi walk here to this day....


inspired by the Tunica-Biloxi Tribe Nature Board Walk, Marksville, Louisiana
“i wrote this, it was a spiritual experience, it was an honor.”
sandra m. hagan
(c)

June 2nd, 2012
the wild magnolia
photo enchantments
taken on the 
boardwalk

6 comments:

Gail Dixon said...

Love the cicada photos. So interesting! Hope you are having a marvelous weekend!

Melodie said...

This was just beautiful!

Brother Ollie said...

love the imagery

Linda said...

How beautiful!!!! amazing poetry and photos...I remember hearing the cicada in the trees on a family camping trip to Virginia...many moons ago...when I was young... It was is magical sitting around a campfire listening to them...wonderful memories...

Thanks for sharing this...:)

kerrdelune said...

Love it, you have cicadas already??? It will be several weeks until ours emerge.

the wild magnolia said...

we do. visiting here in marksville, louisiana. picture taken this week.

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