I count the winters like a Lakota,
An annual image of the year 2018
“Lucien sets the star and Jean Pierre hangs by his knees.
While Willow attempts to quiet their glee, “Shhhhhh”
Everything matters and everything is personal.
A Lakota grandmother would of sent us out the door for the day
With this instruction, ” Watch and take note of everything you see,
the animal that crosses your path or a bird,
“What direction did it fly”?
All is a communication to the Self, an inter-face between worlds.
Like that hawk you saw sitting in the tree,
Pay attention, Little Lakota. Messages abound!