Star Harvest

harvest the stars

to sugar bush moon songs

wavering

at the verge of no one knows

teach the child

say old things to her

to him too

carry on like

white pine brother

coyote sister

pretend into the world

a peace again,

wildness, stout

chaos. chronicle

follies, where victory

may shine over

tragedy, but

let tragedy ascend

victorious

in child eyes

imagine into the world

a heart of possibility,

to hear like a drum

in the absence of

wild songs