Season of Flying Things

Season of Flying Things

A Poem by Desert Dreamer
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my observations sitting outside as the sun sets

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It is the season

of flying things

birds

wasps

cicadas

desert wrens chattering

doves softly singing

repetitive evening song

human voices call in the distance

doves settle into trees

quail families running in orderly lines

newly hatched life following elders

 

Tarantula Hawk

biggest of wasps

most painful of stings

buzz by my head

orange wings on metallic blue body

lands on fragrant Tenaza flowers

sip nectar

air thick and heavy

monsoon moisture building

I am insignificant here

 

Tiny lizards new to the world

run near my feet

smaller than my smallest finger

hovering hummingbirds

silent night hawks soar by

here the desert envelopes me

singing of community

welcoming

woodpecker talks to her children

perched on the edge of a Saguaro hole

I am no different that the tiny striped lizard

searching for sustenance among the fallen leaves

 

Bats arrive in the form of dark delightful butterflies

fluttering and circling overhead

Mesquite seed pods fall to the ground at my feet

offering food

is this a gift for me?

I give thanks to the tree

collect the seed pods

no other place gives so much

could it be that this place has accepted me?

I often witness food

falling from trees and cactus

for each gift I give thanks

I know that by receiving these gifts

I become part of the desert community

what can a human give to the land in return?

why didn't my ancestors teach me how to properly accept these gifts?

trees are teaching me instead

knowledge has not been lost only silenced

more pods fall from the tree

as if the tree is asking me to stay

I tell the tree that I will return

next lesson to be learned while sleeping under protective branches

below the tree where many birds sleep

© 2011 Desert Dreamer


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My Dear Writing Friend,
Your poem reflects the truths we First Nations peoples have understood since the beginning of Deep Time or as some call it Way Back Time. Your wisdom and spirit is more First Nations than many First Nations peoples. One of our greatest leaders that believed in the truth of Deep Time, lessons found in nature, was Chief Yellow Lark, a Sioux Chief. In 1887 he prayed this prayer.

Oh Great Spirit
whose voice I here in the winds,
whose breath gives life to the world, hear me…
I come to you as one of your many children,
I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom.
May I walk in beauty.

Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made,
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know
the things you have taught your children,
the lessons you have written in every leaf and rock.

Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers,
but to fight my greatest enemy-myself.
Make me ready to come to you with straight eyes
so that when life fades as the fading sunset
my spirit may come to you without shame.

This great man understood that lessons could be taught to us, these lessons were written in every leaf and rock. You poem ask, “What can a human give to the land in return”? The answer is in Chief Yellow Lark’s prayer. “Make my hands respect the things you have made”! Respect my friend is what you can give back to the land, and that my friend you already do. I shall call you from this time forth “Alleqaq Cakaar Eluciq”. This translates to Sister Respects Nature.

Blessings, Ggagga Nk’dlih or in English Laughing-Bear


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I can, only, describe the piece as hauntly peaceful. It is beautiful! We only need to respond to nature, because she gives so freely to us. The destruction that humans do is enormous, but she still keeps giving.

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This is a magical obversation...

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ohmy -- you have truly transported me back to the singular beauty of the desert ~ every detail rings truth in abundance, like mesquite tree bean pods as offered gifts. what a wonderful tribute to a landscape that becomes part of the soul, possessing sunsets that are second to none. do you find devil's claws as well? as a child, the desert was my playground [all developed land now, though, of course] and all the creatures [even snakes, yes] became my pets. ;)

this is a gift ...... written with so much love. beautiful. ;)

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...como si, el árbol está pidiendo que me quede


Digo el árbol que volveré


siguiente lección que aprender debajo durmiendo de la protección ramas


a continuación el árbol donde dormir muchas aves

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Enjoyed reading your nature write this eve..So impressive is this topic.Sunflower

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Oh my Dear, you are significant, because you rejoice in being 'a part of'. I cherish the many ways you honor Earth Mother, and all our Relations.

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you paint such a scene - I never thought of this - the season of flying things - what a way to describe summer almost - we can all get lost in such words - I loved "here the desert envelopes me
singing of community
welcoming
woodpecker talks to her children
perched on the edge of a Saguaro hole
I am no different that the tiny striped lizard
searching for sustenance among the fallen leaves" - nice!

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A true capture of nature in feelings. Captivating.

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Beautiful lovely work

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read my last three prose submissions?..would you?

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Sonoran Desert, AZ



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