crow

calling us in the twilight
fluttering through wishes hidden
for obliging grace haunting song
find the way along heeding depth and curative

my moon

a glittering bowl
floating across black
resting now balanced on
my mesa good night moon

4happy4

as morning star fades into evening star
round the seasons we have been
and back again
into nothingness but patience

betoken

hare sits beneath the cactus spines
goddess of the moon and night
intuitively thinking
blinking
then disappears
into another thought

sundown

twisting crazily are falling leaves
nomadic in the fading light
dizzily and delightfully
making shadows
on the wall

reminding me of you