glare of the sunny Saturday is softened  by the golden wings of my Hawk Husband  by the deep blue Stargate of Orion that is above even the Sun  by the kindness of the Sky Grandmothers  and the welcome of my Medicine families  of the open plains and rolling hills of the bright daylight

there is a bird she scurries along besides me through the underbrush  as I walk along the dirt path I stop to speak of my Love for her  I offer my Blessing and receive hers