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~ Anna Hefele ~ aka 'Coyote Jo' The Arctic Sun Welcome, Arctic Sun, as you creep in on the dawn Greetings, on your long awaited welcoming visit All have anticipated your arrival In the long-endured darkness of the night As though awaiting the birth of a child. You bring your warmth Creating diamonds on the ice Even the 'bergs welcome and greet you Breaking into thunderous applause As they crash into the sea. Life on the tundra springs forth With greetings of arms outstretched to embrace you The ravens and other friends 'on the wing' have returned To nest between the freshly washed rocks And create new life that will bask in your warmth. As you crept in on the dawn With shadows, you wave farewell on the dusk And leave with us, once again, your most precious gifts: The Stars, The Moon, and the ballet of The Northern Lights For all to treasure until you once again return. © 2000 Anna Hefele Fireflies Flittering and dancing To the tunes of the breeze Fireflies in the night Create a ballet of love's tease. They dip and fly high Bodies shimmering with light Fireflies dancing Among the stars in the night. The curtain falls Act One is complete To the thickets they fly The Fireflies retreat. A new night descends Act Two has begun The Fireflies enter And dance as though one. They flitter and fly In dance they're united Making love beneath the stars The audience is delighted. They fall to the dew To the roses at their feet They bow to their audience The Fireflies retreat. © 2000 Anna Hefele The Coyote in the Hills I have no voice It's been taken from me By others more important than me I must remain unspoken I have no father He was taken from me No protector to guide me I wander along the wayside I have no mother She was taken from me No warm caresses to comfort me I shed my tears internally I have no brother He was taken from me No friend to enlighten me I remain unfriendly and unsocial I have no lover He was taken from me No warrior to charm me I exist with no star shining brightly At night, when the moon is high And you hear the coyote in the hills The lament you hear may be mine Howling, wailing, grieving © 2000 Anna M. Hefele E-Mail Anna Anna's Home Page Nature Poets home |