A night near Sioux Lookout

She was exquisite.

I, (one might presume)

had a pleasing

exterior.

I pleaded for her favor.

She gave me some sweet tea

and

a warm piece of bannock.

No jam I asked?

No jam she said.

I listened for GOD

and she said

she didn't need to know

if I believed in her or not.

Okay- just don't nag.

On the mornings

when the dew has turned 

the grass to frosty white

and the leaves of trees 

turn red and gold.

I become aware winter

the season of the  

 the  snapping trees

requires the making 

of plans.