Autumn Magic poem 7~ A Song from Coyote
Posted on November 23, 2017
A day of thanksgiving
A history of the land
A call from the wild…
As I meditate upon
The four directions
Of the medicine wheel…
My comrades and allies,
Coyote surprised me with a story
One that brought happy tears
To my eyes…
Coyote said,
“I have known you longer
Before you came to this
Native song of life…
I knew you as a child
I smelled you in the weeds
As you fell and rolled
Down tall green grass
as a laughing youth…
I knew your favorite trees
you expertly climbed
I rested near the rocky hills
where you dreamed
Reflecting thin white crystals…
I knew the places where you rode
on a white horse
The rugged trails you blazed
through the large sage mountains
That rolled with scented fennel
to the sound of the sea…
At night you heard us singing
I called to you
I scared you
I woke you up
with a screaming ascending yelp
Remember?
Sharing the mysteries of life…
One-night years ago
I walked right next
to the car door of
The man you would marry
I sized him up…
He remembers!
Now the story is clear
I have known you
longer then you
have known of me…
I also sang this story
to the visiting raccoons
remembering you now
as a wild friend
I told them our story
The nature of a lifelong song…”
To all the wild things that know us
When we walk in their fields
Or on their hills!
Thanks Coyote…
Humid and hot is just boring to write about. A summer storm down south in Cabo San Lucas Mexico is a monster here in California. This story needs to be told about what my friend Coyote is doing this year. His story is hounding me to be told and so Coyote blows his ideas in the mist falling as humid drops on my eyelids.
“Coyote how are you and your children handling this hot weather? Are you going to come down and eat our cats and drink water from our drained sprinkler juice?”
“No, we have it good this year!”
“OH?”
“In the Santa Monica Mountains we have found a cave that goes down into the underground earth. We have a fresh running spring there. Sheltered and running clear, but darkly moving among green moss, black rocks and falling into indigo pools for drinking.”
“Sounds beautiful!”
“We stay down here during the day. It is cool. We have amethyst crystals, rubies and green stones growing in some of the caves down in the earth.”
“Rubies that seems a little credulous to take in Coyote? I know you are a trickster!!”
“Just tell my story and let others judge for themselves!”
“Did I hear a bit of a growl in your statement Coyote?”
“There are wild places still, is what I am yawning to you. We go out at night to play under the moon and scratch our backs on tree trunks!”
Hopefully Coyote is happy now!!
Spring is here and I say goodbye to the Buffalo of Winter and say hello to the Eagle of Spring. Based on the American Indian traditions of the Medicine Wheel that define the seasons.
Not to ignore Eagle, but I have witnessed Coyote sniffing around my neighborhood lately. If anyone is stepping on anyone’s feet, it is Coyote!! I am sharing this story to let Coyote know, if only indirectly, to back-off until summer, because three months of summer and Coyote is enough trickster for anyone!!
Spring is here and I say goodbye to the Buffalo of Winter and say hello to the Eagle of Spring; this is as some, American Indian traditions of the Medicine Wheel, define the seasons.
Not to ignore Eagle, but I have witnessed Coyote sniffing around my neighborhood lately. If anyone is stepping on anyone’s feet it is Coyote!! I am sharing this story to let Coyote know, if only indirectly, to back-off until summer, because three months of summer and Coyote is enough trickster for anyone!!
Coyote & Native American Folk Tales retold by Joe Hayes and read by Hudley
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