Moon’s Wind Flower Song


When the Moon sings
a certain song,
the wind stirs
as Owl takes flight.

She carries our prayers
and healing through the night.
To Great Spirit
on our behalf
She goes and comes.

Her sharp talons will not fail,
to rip the darkness
like flesh from our ancestral bones
to be transmuted by her magnificence:

That when the Sun
at last rises
we may rejoice.