Hopi Blue Hope

Delicate green threads of silk0542 corn silk

catching pollen and dew.

Bees on tassels wave in the sun.

 

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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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2 Responses to Hopi Blue Hope

  1. John Stevens says:

    That last line is a delight!

    • wrensong says:

      Thanks, John, but not nearly as delightful as seeing healthy bees pollinating, healthy tassels shedding healthy pollen, healthy silks feeding hidden kernels on the husk, knowing this sacred blue corn is growing.

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