I Am The Creek

Slow and easy
in this fall of Han Lu
mother of minnow
swimming in nursery schools
sleeping in cradles
of algae and sedge.

Dance floor
to Damselflies
gyrating turquoise unions
to tambourines of leaves.

Tomb to tribes of oak
anointed in my waters
last rites repeated
in the currents passage.

Riparian spring
to hare and fox
drunk in the tent of dusk
and apricot light
of a Samhain moon

Place of wading
into muddy beginnings
and pools of clarity
Changing my course often
lithe as the water snake’s glide.

Jennifer O’Neill Pickering
Han Lu, Chinese Autumn called Cold Dew
Samhain (sawin)Celtic end of summer celebration

My poem was inscribed on a tablet and can be seen and read at 9th Ave. and Riverside Blvd. in Sacramento, CA. It is part of the "Poem Circle" which is part of the larger sculpture entitled “Open Circle,” by artist, Les Birleson.

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