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.
