Slow gods moving between trees, gathering

Deer move, nosing along the banks across the river in fading afternoon light.
Perhaps searching for a place to cross over.
They are safer in there, in that floodplain,
than they can be on this inhabited side of the stream.
The deer speculate about the theology of water, and turn inland,
having come to no certain conclusions.

Moonrise red-amber through naked lightning-branched oak and fisted maple.
Wild turkeys roost, hop flying branch to higher branch, settling in
under moonlight and fading purple skies for sleep.
Moon rising, turning silver, as the large ungainly birds fly high across the yard
from tree to opposing tree, before becoming still for the night hours.
As it darkens, illuminating things you can only see without eyes.