This monochromatic scene stares at me
for weeks on end in the deep winter.
And although I find it beautiful and serene,
what I wouldn’t do to see a ruby red poppy
jutting out defiantly from the snows.
Winter on the River
Tag Archives: boats
River View
A thousand days can come and go
and I will never take you for granted.
Looking Through Portholes
Pour me a drink, offer me a smoke,
read me a book, take a gentle nap
and let’s watch the rain dance on the water.
Angels
Rays of late afternoon sun rained down into the water.
I thought I heard angels calling, but realized it was the
geese in the distance.
Infinity
I don’t see the weekend tourists,
the sticky fingered children,
the sun soaked fishermen casting off the docks.
Instead, I think about Magellan and wonder
what inspired him to keep navigating
in that giant, infinite circle.
River Sounds
Sometimes I lay in the loft and hear the water hit the docks.
The boats sway and their bumpers whine.
Ducks call out with protesting quacks and geese
continue their conversation in mid-flight.
I’ll miss you when we leave, dear river;
but will keep your sounds buried deep in my peaceful heart.
September 1
The tree outside our balcony is changing,
although the days are still warm.
September steps forward,
and I bid it a peaceful welcome.
Geese
Watching the geese fly across the morning sunrise,
hearing their distant honking calls–
wishing I could call back to them in return.
A memory
biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory
Some things that bind
rope, twine, trust, childhood,
lies, dreams, ribbons, memories,
secrets, chains and love
spanishwoods 