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Each Season comes to Fall
& migrating birds dart black the Sunsets

From the cardboard box
Containing clippings of that Day
A palimset lies of what my awkward hands set
Roses red I immersed in waters of renewal
Then overlaid by a the image
A migrating flock
Snow globe shaken and swirling
Everywhere

That Day upon this Sacred Ground
Where the Mother held you
As your wounds stung less
& their weeping stained Her breast

Now, I've strewn upon the ground
Berries vibrant red and glistening
& I sang for the herd to come
In a broken First Nation lulla - bye