Look to the East
stare at the sky
and feel the winds
carry away the snow
which paints our lands
and shrouds our ancestors
in a mantle of white.
Look to the South
see the waters of the river
flowing gently to the horizon
bringer of the fish spirits,
its azure waters
washing away to merge
into a crystal blue sky.
Look to the West
where the great spirit
slowly rises, chasing away
the chill of night
that cuts into our bones –
watch him slowly rise
the great yellow disk.
Look to the North
where the spirits of the dead
dance among the mesas
and creep into our dreams
stealing our life force
then slip away
into the blackness of night.