01/20/2026
Keeper of the Night Path
Under the pineโs quiet breath,
the owl waits where moonlight rests.
Painted wings carry the language of ancestors,
circles and lines remembering
what the mouth no longer speaks.
Its eyes hold fire and frostโ
the seeing that comes before words,
the knowing taught by shadow and stillness.
When the forest listens, it speaks back
through feathers, bark, and drifting snow.
This is the watcher between worlds,
guardian of unspoken truths.
In its silence, the old songs remain,
guiding those who walk softly
through the long blue night.
