I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

 

Here’s a little spring verse, set to motions and music for the young and the young at heart. Words by Emily Dickinson tune by Nancy Nash– (But you can make up or borrow your own if you don’t know ours):

 

New feet withing my garden go (marching)

New fingers stir the sod (kneading fingers)

A troubadour upon the elm betrays the solitude (hands to mouth, calling)

New children play upon the green ( hands gently patting little heads)

New weary sleep below (hands to side of face like sleeping)

And still the pensive spring returns ( “The Thinker” pose)

And still the punctual snow! (shovel motion)