Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

LATE WINTER IN RUSH LAKE

Another visit to my favorite place
In the grayish skies of winter’s day
Quietness blowing in the grasses
Giving sway like a symphony play

Standing at water’s rippling edge
Staring across as an eagle speaks
Welcoming the two Kiowa sisters
Resonating screech from its beaks

“Ah-ho, my great feathered friend
We’ve come to absorb the beauty”
In the islet of Rush Lake we venture
Remembering childhood days of we

What better way to spend a moment
In areas of quiet, with interludes of
Air blowing through the cedars too,
And smelling the aroma from above