She Spoke

Owl spoke
To me, last night. 
She gifted a word,
From her
Ancient language.
Misunderstanding,
Her intent,
I answered aloud,
Speaking
As an echo
The sound
Of the new word.
Owl spoke,
Again. 
I almost understood.
Almost.
I thanked
Grandmother Owl,
In English.
In silence,
She flew.
In darkness,
She flew.
Close to me,
She flew.
So close,
I saw her,
Against darkness. 
Then,
She was gone, 
In darkness. 
Grandmother
Spoke,
Once more,
Outside of time,
For me to remember,
The meaning. 
I will always
Know this word
In her language,
When again,
I hear her call.

The word 
She spoke is
Death. 
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She Spoke
August 28, 2021
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Dusk and High Water St. Mary’s River

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Dusk and High Water St. Mary’s River  February 7

Tiny bits of new green promise that Spring is on the way.

The mosquitoes told me they think so, too.

While standing at the water’s edge I disturbed a Blue Heron and an Owl.

dusk high waterⓒBearspawprint2015  2.7.2015

dusk high waterⓒBearspawprint2015 2.7.2015

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