Hunters' Moon

Hunters’ Moon

Clear sky: full moon

wearing her ivory wedding dress

she rises on the east

above black filigrees of trees--

her veils cover the night.

Moonlight glances through crystal on

my window sill

and her light strikes the glasses

of a hunter who drags a kill.

A small eclipse tonight --

 many elk spirits hang between

Earth and full moon.

Hunters sleep on the mountain

while elk herds browse all around.

 --Barbara Spring

Harvest

Geese filled fields and apple fragrant orchards

Fruit stands bursting bins—

Bees tumble in velvet blooms

Gather sweetness, fly through honeyed air.

Grapes hang heavy on vines, purple, red and green.

Such sweetness asks you to breathe out blessings there.

Salmon streak streams with silver

And hunters lie in twilight darkening

Waiting for swift white tail deer.

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--Barbara Spring