At the Basin Edge

Stepping out and into the morning, clouds of soft gray and blue, a cool breeze blows my shirt, I am refreshed. The basin song is sung in chorus with the red wing black birds, wearing  colors of red and yellow on their wings as they bowing for all to see. Last seasons cattail stems stand ragged  fluff hang moved by the in rhythm of the north winds. 

Begin signs on the willow with spouts a green gold. 

Be Observant
Aho, midtak oyasin, All My Relations!