Autumn’s frosted leaves
clog the gutters near my feet,
cackling tales of winter’s dreadly swift advance.
You tag along above me, little brother Crow,
leaping from nearly bare branch… 69 more words
Not long into Wyoming, detouring from the interstate, we came to our first stop at Devils Tower National Monument. Looming 386m (1,267 ft) over the surrounding landscape, the site was and remains of great spiritual significance to many of the local Plains Tribes, and there are still prayer offerings and rituals undertaken here. 539 more words