3.08.2017

the stream {a poem}

























the stream has been calling to me
in its calm, rushing voice from
the shallow gully it has patiently
worked into the wooded ground
with the snowmelt that swells it
year after year after decade

I think it wanted me to see
that the world had been transformed
from a soft, quiet landscape
that the snow and its magic
had receded to reveal once again
the earth and all its small miracles
a blank canvas replaced by
moss and wilted ferns startlingly green
against a muted leaf carpet

and trees once again dominate
this landscape of color
while the dancing stream loudly celebrates
its release from ice
in hopes that wandering feet will
wend their way through the inviting trunks
of brown and green and flaky paper
to find themselves at its meandering bank

and perhaps let fingers caress its surface,
recognize that it, too, is a part of the forest




6 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. You are such a talented writer.

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  2. That's such a beautiful poem Serena! I'm always fascinated by rivers and streams and how its water is never just in one place, it travels so far and through many forms.

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    1. Thank you, Marian! Isn't it just amazing?

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