Crow Dancing
Tonight the wind sings
in pine tree high branches
along the mountainsides
that flank the moon flashing
waters of the wide creek
Tonight the old medicine woman
sings along with the piney wind
counterpoint to coyote’s croon
while crow dances on a tree stump
watches her from across the fire
Tonight the bright moon melts
into a silver haze
smeared across the western sky
fading to black
as night folds into mystery
Coyote and crow
mountains and trees and the wide creek
old medicine woman and her song
all become memories
carried on the night wind
Ed Hanson
November 30, 2004
