September 8 – Daily Feast
Autumn shadows grow long across the land and a sunset washes the sky with colors of a ripe peach. The color deepens and spreads in cherry-colored streaks until even the grasses in the meadow are tinted pink. A single cry from the deep woods could be the wail of a coyote or the shriek of an owl. Such primitive voices speak of sameness even while they change the human world. Daytime activity ceases when evening draws its shadows through the woods. Deer feed quietly. Hounds pursue the raccoon and hundreds of tracks along the feed road tell us that humans may walk here but other species own the night.
~ We never did the white man any harm; we don’t intend to. ~
TALL BULL – CHEYENNE
‘A Cherokee Feast of Days, Volume II’ by Joyce Sequichie Hifler