January 7th – 2012 Stone #2

The regal elk

wearing a coat of pure sun


steps into the blue water


I am watching

I am breathing


About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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One Response to January 7th – 2012 Stone #2

  1. This is exactly how it feels to catch a glimpse of wildlife. I have so many memories of Wisconsin where I saw a deer and all I could hear was my own breath. It’s a magical experience!

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