Monday, July 6, 2015

Moon Flowers and Mist by Barbara Spring


White mist rises from the harbor—
farther upstream it slides
between the reeds
around the islands.

The river sings today
as it runs through our town
on its way to the sweetwater seas
on its way to the Gulf of St. Lawrence
on its way to the wild dark Atlantic.

From the bridge I can see
October’s first frost dissipate
in Sunday morning sun light.

Prickly seed pods of moon flowers burst
upon sandy loam.
Cloudy milt and coral eggs
cling to stream bed stones.

Glory surrounds us like water—
we sense it and see it.
                                                                               We feel its hot and cold
                                                                            its colors its sounds
                                                                                as the river sings its songs of salmon
                                                                              as it runs to the sea and rises sunward.

                                                                              With locators sure as salmon
                                                                     we will return.

                                                                                 excerpted from my book, The Wilderness Within

                                                               water color by Barbara Spring

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