the river's mouth is wide open
gently pulsing tides under autumn's
foliage of maple and oak trees
along trail ways auburn & chestnut
fallen leaves, we go
downwards, downwards
listening to shrills of wood peckers
and birdsongs from the robins &
Blue Jays, riotous beavers & frogs
leaping, leaping
along with salmon and trout
swimming from rocky broad bend
to marsh of cattails, weeds & grass
peak season is here
our fishing rods & paddles
swirling, swirling
to catch the harvest of the season
from this land we call home
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Dipping our Poetic Paddles, with guest host, Truedessa. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
This sounds like a paradise to me... though I think you may have ignored the mosquitoes and gnats
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your river journey. It was full of life and sounds. I especially liked this line.
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along with salmon and trout
I can see the salmon jumping out of the river. Thank you for taking me with you on this adventure.
Oh Grace, this is a wonderful poem, from the wide open river’s mouth (I wonder if she’s inhaling, exhaling, or exclaiming), along the trail ways, right on to the marsh of cattails, weeds & grass. I love all the colours and repetition of ‘downwards, downwards’, ‘leaping, leaping’ and ‘swirling, swirling’, which creates rhythm.
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