Credit River

 

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

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the sleeping gypsy

the heat of the desert

calms my body to sleep

tired bones slump on red sands

sun-shifted by blue sky

moon rises silvery

above snow-capped mountains

begging me to play and

dance with my mandolin

but i am kicking coins

and cares away, stillness

wrapped by brown earth

ignoring the curious lion

where goes my dreaming

i say, where my gypsy

feet & heart are free &

wild - there, here i am 

 

The Sleeping Gypsy

by Henri Rousseau (1897)

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travel notes

 

empty

my pockets are

not, not when red leaves fall

on fern-bogged trails, my hands gather

feathers,

pinecones,  

blue-green river 

tides, snow-capped mountains, trees,

birdsongs, sky's blue, my chest swelling-

joy-packed

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:  Cinquains Revisited, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Thanks for your visits and comments.