in a stream

bold exalted moon
light strewn earth autumn bloom
mid circle the loon
shake the very fiber of being

lake dire strait in evening
looking for mate
in the act conceiving
morning soon

sway into day a time for living
watch for hawk as others stalk
the sound of squawk fill air with feeling

in chill grass whip in wind
hide in murky waters take it on the skim
float exposed glint of sun in eyes
duck for minnow many tries
wet roll off backs dry

on embankment brown oak/red maple leaves
soak rebellious rain to bleed
end of drought that dried up all the green

the earth sleep in streams
quench thirst
reclaim consciousness
deep within a dream.