#changingmoons

Under the moon when the chokecherries are ripe

The green growing ones & the winged

shared their songs with me

Sprouting prayers ascending up

beyond the stars, past the falling blessing

i caught mid-flight

Under the moon when the chokecherries are ripe

I can feel the spirits urging me to inipi

because they know I’m not alright

Under the moon when the chokecherries

are ripe

I day dream of Wovoka’s dream on the

rolling prairies behind my eyes

Where sky meets plight

Now the changing Moon

is shaking the leaves

But the finches still cleanse and sing

in the water offering

& the dragonfly round dances with me

As the winds of Grandmother Earth

slowly turn cold my heart aches

For my friends are going away

But when the chokecherries are ripe again i won’t be late

Under the moon when the chokecherries

are ripe

Primordial equilibrium

Sentimental frequencies

Back against a tree because I don’t have a pipe