Truth and Reconciliation Poem: The Seasons of Change

Vibrant crops now wave across my ancestral lands

You can see for miles; no sense of change

The sun hangs dreary from a cloudless sky

Focussing its rays on me; a secluded feeling

The prairies engulf me; a lonely, unfamiliar place

The summer fades through the dying days

Autumn; the season of death and decay

The spirits of my people drift away in the wind

Silenced by greed and those that take.

Cold settles in, as if to stay:

Darker days are drawing near

Rays of light slip away quickly now

Winter winds seem colder.

Sun dogs dance in the frozen living skies

A warning of the harsh days ahead

Months linger on; Elders grow older, voiceless

Stories lost, forgotten 

From under the melting snow,

specks of colours emerge on settler lands

The lands look unfamiliar now

The air is crisp, promising life

New life is reborn, but I am lost

My way of knowing was taken away

And so, I just follow the seasons of change