my dear friend,
keeper of balance,
you always move faster
than other moons
or so it seems to me.
Maybe it is because
I am attached to you
and wish you to visit longer
each year. You share your beauty
goldenrods, iron weeds, black-eyed susans,
you who are of the nut gathering moon
I feel your anxiousness in the wind
and I know you are not one to sit
for long, so you must run,
swift like the deer.