Under a wolf sky
the darkling forest breathes.
The shaman walks the medicine way,
leaving no footprints.
The nightbird shrieks
an eerie welcome;
Beware cold, nipping fog fingers,
trying to steal some living warmth
for itself.
Hasten; our guide's cloak
is already swirling
with the swiftness
of his being gone.
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The shaman walks the medicine way,
ReplyDeleteleaving no footprints.." So many magical things know this secret...I love this Sherry, and thanks so much for playing this week. Despite everything that weighs against it, I hope you have a kickass weekend in your beloved Tofino.
Yes, this is magical, spiritual..love the mood in this
ReplyDeleteThis contains an omen I believe, whether good or bad depends upon the traveler.
ReplyDeleteLeaving no footprints—-if only we would learn to follow the shaman in that regard.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteTruly the road less taken, and guideless. In some moments, the world seems to be alive and waiting, for good or ill.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was there! What a magical image you conjure.
ReplyDeleteI have ever been of the thought that anything that leaves no footprints is a shapeshifter. I'd like to have that ability!
ReplyDeleteWhoosh, here and gone
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