No hurry

It was after a sweat lodge,

early spring this was,

(l'll never forget it)

when we raised the flap

the forest was covered in four inches of snow

that had fallen during the last two rounds,

and so it caught us all by surprise.

It was late and dark.

It had stopped falling and was just there

where it wasn't before,

all luminous

as we emerged from the lodge.

That's how nature is sometimes,

it's like she's saying,