The Full Crow Moon hung in the sky,
Ravens and magpies caw a plaintive cry.
Winter shook the hand of night at last,
Departing with the worms’ first cast.
There is a stirring of life in the earth,
Mother Nature’s belly waits for birth.
All that has slept the long lodge night,
Awakens to the Creators’ warming light.
We pray to east with last year’s sacred corn,
The sun whispers, “Arise, once again be born.”
The dawn is pierced with the orbs golden ray,
As the people rejoice spring’s first day.
Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour