When the Windhawk Talks

I am a listener, a hawk of the wind.

 I float on currents

Of thermal waves, listening to the mysteries

Circulating on the air; I

Translate what I learn into things I

Can share: stories, poems, and paintings;

 This is done so others learn

 Life is full of deeper meanings.

I'm a hawk of the wind, and I

 Have an abiding affinity

With creatures in the world,

 For they tell me secrets.

Cats are eavesdroppers who whisper to me

Their gleanings; wolves, wisely shy,

 Keep to civilization's edge,

And then safely

Distant, these silent watchers howl

Truths, from 20 miles away!

Dragonflies: light-dancers;

Praying Mantis: silent-golden;

Butterflies: change-bearers;

Scarabs: fate-keepers.

 All act as Harbingers of change;

 A listener always comes prepared.

Being Windhawk, I turn from no one

 Under the sun;

I know when to listen,

When to speak truly,

 And when it is time to fight;

The quiet-time is past.

Now, others must learn truth. Listen, ye.

Listen to the words spin

 Magic nets of dawning around thee!

I'm here to teach anyone who will listen.

When the Windhawk talks,

The mysteries of the universe are

An open book; miss not a word.

Jerriann Wayahowl Law

Copyright ©2012 Jerriann Law

(this was previously published in an anthology, in 2003, 

in a slightly different format.)