Dusk on the River - new poem - logging out @ 4:54 PM CST - 2/9/17
Dusk on the River
poem I wrote – 2/3/17 @ 7:20 PM CST
Brown light – in its infinite gage
drapes golden over substrate -
faces of trees - turning their façade.
Scale so gradual – the change is not seen
but noticed.
Ice lay like large shards -
broken by freeze and thaw -
and freeze.
Hard cold snaps it back together.
Water riffles yet below.
The slow-motion fish breathe.
Winter layered itself
week over week
in its push-push pull
to cover all it touches.
Fox, deer, coon - lay their feet
down to leave a trail
over the river
in a micro-layer of snowy flour.
The river flashes back
to how they moved through -
when and in what order –
thepersonality they brought –
the pauses they took.
A river is not water,
but everything there.
(once again - this is a poem about a sunset on the trees - so dont be reading your sick fantasies into it)