Mitakuye Oyasin

For my Lakota Friends

wild in the ways of the wind,
come the Indian summer —
and low the leaves of the plain;
shifting and jostling.

comes the Indian summer,
not far from the Hunter’s Moon
that shifts and jostles here.
Moon When The Water Freezes.

not far from the Hunter’s Moon,
close to the trail trees there.
Moon When The Water Freezes.
Was I borne there.

closer to the trail trees
and low the leaves of the plain;
I was borne there,
in the Leaf Fall Moon.