Way Up High

Come down from those branches

Way up High.

Flutter,

Floating,

Flapping,

Perching.

Vanished,

Carried by brother wind.

Come to me,

Sit with me.

Allowing…just to be.

Oh cicadas buzzing,

Crows crowing.

Warblers

And mocking jays.

Come down from those branches

Way up High.

~Ani Po

A Spark for Anew

So many stories of old,

So many untold.

Product of what was,

Spark for beginning anew.

Singing,

Dancing,

With all my relations.

Singing,

Dancing,

To nights warm embrace.

Take my hand,

Walk with me.

Sing with me,

Dance with me.

Ani Po