In our Gray Hole, the ghosts often dance
in the junipers and sage, on the game trails,
in the tributary canyons with the thick red maples,
and on the high windy ridges --

and they dance from within the very essence
of our own inner being.

They do this especially when the bright night
moon shines down on the clean white snow
that covers the valley and its surroundings.

Then it is as bright as day --
but in an always soft and mysterious and
remembering way.


Hunterbear