A Collection of Poems

Nature's Quiver

An arrow always should fly straight,

Notched to the bowstring tight,

You pull it back waiting for the wind,

She remains calm letting the arrow soar free,

Climbing down from the trees I know where I am to go,

Follow the river to the falls,

Even doing such I see him,

He stands tall in the same spot,

For many suns and moons, he comes here,

Near the river's edge, I find my prey,

The four-legged deer,

I know he watches me from afar,

Mother Creator, I thank you for this hunt,

Take this creature's soul back to the sky with you,

Pulling the arrow out I feel two eyes pierce my back,

Peering over my shoulder I find him near,

He does not speak only watches,

I growl at him telling him to go,

That this is mine and mine alone,

Up atop the cliffs lies my home,

A small cave carved into the rocks,

Into the trees, I once again find myself,

Oh, how I watch him with my ocean-blue eyes,

I wonder if he senses the constant attention he gets,

He glides under the water of the river,

The light of the sunset shimmers off of his skin,

When the night begins to fall true identities are shown,

In a silvery-white wrap-around dress, I cross the river below,

Two snowy strands beside my face glow in the darkness of the night,

Embedded into my brown chestnut hair,

I was born as the daughter of the moon,

For when I am true to my heart I become a wolf,

Four paws forever caressing the Earth beneath me,

For this night I wish to remain on the legs of two,

To walk under the glow of my mother's radiant face,

Engraved between both of my shoulder blades is my status,

The marks of my ancestors that have come before me,

Two paws intertwined together showing who I am,

Guardian of the moon and that of the shadows,

Pure blood of snow-white fur,

Eyes the color of the river,

An untamed free spirit looking for everlasting peace,

Turning I know he watches my every move,

The young pups frolic and play in the grass,

Putting my hands to my head I become the deer,

Prancing around without care to give,

One of them chases me as I hide behind the trunk of a nearby tree,

I turn to notch my head off to the side,

My call of the birds echoes against the mountains,

The pup's ears perk up peering over at my hiding place,