Something small, a wee haiku. Bear Butte, sacred to many Amerindian tribes, is a rather striking geological formation in South Dakota.
bear butte
windswept seas of grass
wash against the island rise
of shaly brown slopes
morning prayer
Every morning she prays her rosary. Although I am in no way religious, being present and in some way a part of the process can bring a certain peace to the moment and even a sense of hope to the day ahead.
morning prayer
This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general. However, the above player can still be used to listen to it.
