Photo & Poem: Coyote Run

Ancient mountains send coarse sand and
sharp stone down, just pebbles at a time,
to leave us unsteady on our feet before
rolling past us into dry washes, rough cut

across this red desert. On the ebb of a cool
wind, the whispers of women. Messages
of hope and strength carried on the tongues
of coyotes as the pack scrambles on the path

back up. Running wild on the ridge, releasing
our words to burn hot on the mountain, smoke
rising in pink and gold clouds to cover the sky.

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm

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4 thoughts on “Photo & Poem: Coyote Run”

  1. How strange. The more you become removed from it all, the more you become part of the pack. AaaOoooooooooooOoooo!
    We howl in beauty. Nice one, Anna.

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  2. The image this poem evokes speaks to my heart of heart and to the breath needed for forming words. Words that coyote tongues are hungry to carry, white hot like brands are, into the world. Thank you.

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