I wasn't aware of the white calf; wish I could've seen it. I knew the Sioux legend about a white buffalo coming as the sign of renewal...apparently our world isn't quite ready. But I feel we're moving that way. Our current shitstorm can't get much worse.
Heartbreak next to hope, a metaphor for our times. Well said Suzanna.
Thank you.
Thank you, Heide. XXOO
You brilliantly captured my thoughts and emotions surrounding the white bison calf...my wish was for the calf to grow into a constant reminder of hope
This is a lovely tribute and acknowledgment of the sacred gift the white calf was.
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Agreed.
Your poem takes my breath away.
Thank you so much! I appreciate it.
Thank you for immortalizing the white bison calf in your poem. I was sad when I learned of its death. Nature is cruel.
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I wasn't aware of the white calf; wish I could've seen it. I knew the Sioux legend about a white buffalo coming as the sign of renewal...apparently our world isn't quite ready. But I feel we're moving that way. Our current shitstorm can't get much worse.
I still see it as a sign of hope. There is nothing that says a sign has to last forever to be a sign.
Yes, I agree.
Thank you for your poem. I did not know until reading here that the white bison calf had died. Is the cause known?
No, they are investigating. Seems there may have been an injury on the leg, but unsure if that contributed to death.
Your poem brought hope and sadness when I read it. It is truly a microcosm for these times.