The Grey Goose

The grey goose ranges
On mystical wings,
The black owl hoots
In the dark tree ring.

As the grey goose passes
The black owl calls,
And she lands in the grass
Of the great forest hall.

"Grey goose of wandering,
Magic you bring,
Show me a vision
Through what you sing

She sings of dreaming,
Of moon spotted silver,
Of little men dancing,
Of poetry.
Clever men, scholars, and seekers,
And ships on the ocean
That glide on the waters
Below painted masts.

"Grey goose of wandering,
Magic you bring,
Show me a vision
Through what you sing."

She sings of living,
Of workers and weavers,
Of bright swords and plowshares,
Of tapestries.
Drivers of cattle and ponies,
And sheep in the pastures,
Which bleat in the dusk
Going home to the fold.

1980