The Eastern Door

Hello Grandfather, I hearing you singing in the mornings since the New Moon of
Mikisowipisim. Strong and hard your voice calls and reminds me of my youth and I look out for the young lovers all over the world. Hope in continuance, Grandfather, the Sacred Circle of Life as danced by the people. Makopeywesis calls for the Shaking Seeds and life dances up toward the sky. Maybe the Old Women will dance this Spring, Grandfather. Maybe we will dance for the ones who left us in the Snows, maybe we will dance for the ones who stayed. Maybe we will dance for the coming of our Grandchildren. Maybe we will dance for the Grandfathers who sit and smoke and talk of times gone by and Snows and Springs of Long Ago.

Grandfather I miss you, but I hear your voice and see your face in all the faces of the young and old. I see your tears on the tips of melting icicles and feel your warmth in the late Winter Sun. Aho! Grandfather! Walk with me and we will bring in Spring together!