SPIRIT DISH

The Winter was cold


Little Wolf tracks


crossed and crisscrossed


    the river


standing           in the early morning mist


     the only lonely morning of the year


     He watched.


the sun float
   in an early morning sky


Had the years gone by


     since you sat


         in my arms


              on my lap


                   in my love?


Three years have passed


              yes


since the Grandfathers


     called you home.


Spirit dish in hand He walked


           to the grave


                   across the new snow.


                                     r.p.leith


Spirit Dish is dedicated to: Waylon Chance Leith, (Mah-En-Gah-Az)
                                                January 27, 1975 - March 22, 1986


Love You Son.