Love Notes on the Wind
I send you fragrant blossoms… the smell of growing grain.
I send you music flowing free to float like falling rain.
A singing brook that tumbles with adventures great to tell
Conveys to you the merry notes of nature’s crystal bells.
Horses grazing peacefully glance up to hear the sound
Then patiently resume their day on open sacred ground.
Circling hawks wheel gracefully as dancers of the wind
While ravens play their own ballet, these brothers and my kin.
Children’s laughter dancing innocently in the sun
As proudly do the elders praise fair deeds of every one.
The whispers of descending leaves surrender to the season
As each and every living thing exists for its own reason.
Silent spiral of drifting snow which soothes the frozen night
While deep within the spirit rests, renewing life in flight.
Grey wolf who stands on highest peak surveying all beyond
Now adds his voice of loneliness, enriching yet my song.
I give to you the moonlit hours to stroke your silken bed
While tenderly the music fills your dreams with what’s ahead.
My gift to you a love song through every living thing
Which thrives upon this rich good earth… whose beauty I do sing.
I Love to Walk the Land
Do you hear the silence? It whispers as I stand
And though I walk alone, it seems, I love to walk the land.
Are you not afraid out there? The question often is heard.
And though my voice the only one, I hear much more than words.
The sound of wind and bush and sand, the crunch of ancient grit…
And then the blink of lizard’s eye as here in quiet I sit.
Distant thunder signals me, from darker worlds on high…
As I do open wide my arms, saluting kinship with the sky.
Do you not feel weary? So many miles away…
My strength seems stronger as I walk, the pleasure’s in the play.
Are you feared you’ll lose your way? Through canyons shadowed deep…
Oh no, but if I tire, the stars will guide my sleep.
The evening star as much my friend, as moonlight is my mantle…
Those night sounds then a lullaby, the comet’s eye my candle.
Aurora gives me splendor, awakening to the day…
Coyote tracks have come and gone, the cat has passed my way.
Cooling waters from the stream, tumbling from the mount…
So many wonders all around, far more than one can count.
Mystery envelopes me, no matter where I stand…
Such miracles of which I’m part, and so… I walk the land.
Source by Diana Hunter McGuerty