Maryland: Black Creek

Beyond home there lied
a whispering pine
in spring, Black creek
cold on feet
Slime-crawfish peek
Shimmers seek
refuge
treading down yellow bend
’round buches of honey treats
up above the Bald bird sings
Fluttering creatures hum
by Black creek

Slithering beings creep

Ice on feet
in winter, when
peckers sleep
and white tails play
howling dogs on
rocks bound to prey
to the glistening stars

In summer, not too far
the Bee stings
and patterns fly

In fall
the leaves weep,
begging to fall
into Black creek