THE COYOTE & THE RAVEN
Something old has come awake
The shadows grow, the aspen quake
The raven in the pale moon's glow
Sees what has never been before
Ivy climbs the apple trees
Their winter branches, bare of leaves
The coyotes in the valleys howl
Clawing the dirt to let it out
Silence cloaks the land and sky
Spirits roam the places high
Fog sinks in the valley low
The hunter strings his narrow bow
Before the moon, before the sun
Before the battle of the light was won
Something walked upon this earth
That breathed the same night sky
Firelight flickers from the mouth of the cave
Something old has come awake
Raven finds a tiny pearl
From her beak, it falls to earth
The river seals tight at its mouth
Soaking the dirt to let it out
The flood comes when the moon is full
The undertows and shadows pull
The birds have lost their sense of north
Forgotten gods call in the storm
The coyotes in the valleys know
What has never been before
The roots are pulling from the earth
The mighty rivers, changing course
The darkness mixes with the light
The sun, the moon, the sacred fire
Our history was turned into lore
As what has never been before
But in the earth, it breathes and stirs
The ancients spoke of the age of births
Under the light of the full moon's glow
Raven buries her shiny pearl
The hunter strings his narrow bow
Coyote digs deep in the earth.
