Summer Storm

In this August
full of berries
rain and thunder
came down.

Though it came with blessings
and a chance to see red
and grab with both hands
the strength
of antlers growing
out of the ripening moon.

The Silver-Blue

Lost in the fullness
Of the night again
With too many memories
To hold
I hope for a visitation
From you in a dream
Until dawn taps my windows
Washed with birdsong
And the silver-blue
Will leave signals
And signs for my heart
That will buy them all