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…
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!”
“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.”
“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