Etobicoke Creek
Grace @Everyday Amazing
A sharp descent
finds a broken bark, upturned to the sun,
bridge yoked over cold running water
Above the frayed trees,
a black crow shrieks the silent sky,
while an orange-hued bird sits majestic with a crown
An empty soda can & soggy paper
reminds us of junk & city smog, just around
the corner like a restless bubble--
But the brown cramped leaves are warming
crystal ice melts, like receding hairline
over narrow walkway, puddled soft by rough weeds--
We are silent as rocks & shriveled blooms
a small stone ripples in the tide
we leave, shaped like spring buds--
Posted for: OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub - We had a spring-like weather last Sunday, a break from a depressing winter of grey clouds and rain.
the creek baits this spring morning
its gentle water rippling the cracked stones,
unbroken only by gulls catching the sun rays
I sit on the large boulder, casting out my fishing tackle
for school of fish, a broken twig or maybe a maple leaf
drifting above the overgrown moss, wild and untouched
words crawl out from under pebbles, behind the forest trees,
squirming past the squirrels, bounding after a woodpecker,
running the wooden trail, until they sink in my lap, drowsy
life is everywhere, not just a benefit in my office file,
health is precious, not just a number I add up in my analysis sheet,
family means bonding, not a cause for declining a small case
I angle my face to the calm wind, flowing water
standing, I throw my catch back into the sleeping creek,
cutting net, I know they will find me when I need them
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics: Tools of the Trade
I walked with my son and daughter to the creek this morning. What a lovely spring day ~
