Drumming Bites

Dark morning mist
Crisp nippy air

Light evolves morning
with slivered moon aura
over head


I had to warm my drum before it would sound vibrant and round. Immediately turtle appears. I sit on turtle with wings. We fly through space. Turtle becomes Earth Mother with wings. Wings turn into apples then worms then soil. I stop drumming. A lot is there that wants to come through. I do this in small bites.