Scatter your wishes
farther than your feet will ever travel.
Dream dreams bigger than the universe.
Down in the field the garden bed sleeps
dreaming of rain, flowers and food
and knowledgeable hands that coax and groom.
In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.
Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace, kisses on my face.
Number 498 had a dream
to create a herd of high end sweaters.
Gone are the purple petal skirts and crowns of gold
but your beauty and grace remain
and will be scattered by the wind.
The Great Spirit resides here, peacefully presiding over us.
The wind still holds the echos of the Abenaki’s footsteps.
The soil cradles our carefully tended dreams.
Until the crops have given their full yield
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.
When the afternoon melts into dusk and evening is on the rise
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
First the dream comes
then the vision begins
to be tangible.