Coyote, with mystical toes,
Silent as the footsteps of time,
Weaving through the mist-encircled forest,
Elusive she goes,
Shaman, angel, fey,
Spirit from the lands afar,
You step from stone to stone,
Through the stream, moon-bright,
Through petals whispering in the night.
From milky way,
From star to star,
Among the clouds,
Of worlds, broken.
You walk on,
From the darkness to the light.
Where rocks ponder and raven-spoken
On moon-painted winds among the echoing
Songs of spring.
© Sharon St Joan, 2016
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