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.
ReplyDeleteleaping, leaping
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.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem and photo. Canada is so wonderfully full of lakes and rivers. And I loved watching the salmon leaping up the falls when I lived in Port Alberni.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous poem Grace, beautiful imagery💞
ReplyDeleteLuv that the salmons were included. Bravo. Scenic and musical
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
You made leaping, leaping ... swirling swirling totally come alive .... jump out of my monitor alive, Grace!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSounds heavenly, Grace, full of an abundance of life, of joy.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Grace!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful description of the landscape and the contended feeling you have portrayed - Jae
ReplyDeleteso lovely, Grace! <3
ReplyDeleteI agree with others, the landscape you describe sounds delightful. It makes me wish I was there.
ReplyDeleteI love all the sights and sounds you bring to us in this poem, Grace. And your final tercet is icing on the autumn cake.
ReplyDeleteYou took us on a wondrous journey, Grace. Such a beautiful sensory experience.
ReplyDeleteThe sounds, and surroundings make for a stunning tour.
ReplyDeleteI want to get in my kayak and follow your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is so idyllic. I am transported to the quiet of a river and the sounds around it.
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