Puppy Dog Hearts and Hope

My friend Menina

I am made of puppy dog hearts

and soft silver moons,

blue skies and the song of the sea,

wrinkled dreams and

threadbare hope,

fatigue and

rich remembering.

I am made of ancestral stories

told by hearth fires,

ancient drumbeats, prophecy,

and visions of a

Rainbow Race, 

arising.

And i am made of

lost love and wolf howls,

tears and cackles,

forest wilderness

and birds singing

the morning in.

All of these songs

make their home in me.

I perch on the limb

of my inner tree

and sing them to you,

so you can see

how beautiful this life

has always been

to me.

I changed the last stanza of this older poem, and will share it with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there is fine reading every Sunday morning.