smell that sweet
smoked moose hide
listen to mukluk silence
quaint frozen words
speaking cracking brown
spirit Weasel Woman
telling round stories
founding grounded stars
wisps of teasel legend
ancient willow nips
hand in hand with birch song
myth equipped for rising
from a sacred crackling fire
I hear that wracking drum
mons sweating slowly
ump ump ump ump ump
circling that sacred tree
Gitche Gumee dancing
watching prancing Caribou
trek slowly south from true north
skimming over undulating mounds
inculcating sound Mother Earth
allowing profound undertow
beneath canopies of truth
mystical snow falling
those mythic gentle crystals
frosting brother Wolf
surrounding winter Wolverine
white on black border
touching sister snow
caressing White Ermine
with that still
black-tipped tail
waving pageant poetry
along Winter's ice bound trail
wandering down wild river bank
hoar frost expelled
within that excellent Arctic breath
sneaking up on exceptional Ptarmigan
speaking alongside receptive Arctic Hare
such powerful sweet smoke
pawing next to antlered Moose
redeeming true life
redemption comforting People
deep dreams through igloo winter
those long cold imagined nights
Brown Weasel Woman
Borealis welcome dancing
Aurora perfect as she stands
dogsled good like ancestral snowy right
those starry celestial bright nights
whispering sweet smoke
wisps curling forever upwards
magnificently touching heaven
curled lips beneath furry nostrils
unfurled inside ice and snow caves
Brown Weasel Woman believing
that is how rival Old Man winter
tribally must insistently behave

 

 

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