Thursday, July 10, 2008

Thursday Poem - Water Window

on hot still days in bright July,
I haunt these quiet flowing rivers,
their heron spiced shallows

deep shady pools like liquid glass,
darkened windows where trout
suspend and finning slowly dream

dawn, deer and wild turkeys drinking
pause, peering down and through,
and water serpents drowse at noon

sundown light and little frogs singing,
then the moon comes up like a
porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea


Written for One Single Impression


Anonymous said...

Your pictures are beautiful and your poetry is amazing. Are you going to publish them?

Marcie said...

So pretty. Love the turtles. Love the beautiful imagery in your poem. It is imagery I am familiar with in "real life" and your poem resonants sweetly with my deep regard for our natural world. Thank you, Cate.

Anonymous said...

Beautifully calm mood here... and some lovely images.

Roswila said...

Beautiful, both photos and words. I thought as I finished "...and all the world is water." :-)

Shelli said...

Wow. Wow. The poem is beautiful and so well-written. And the photo is fun and beautiful as well.

Anonymous said...

liquid glass_porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea_the camera of ur eyes capturing so much..thanks..

SandyCarlson said...

Oh, so peaceful! Thanks for this.

Anonymous said...

Your poem evokes the laziness associated with a summer day. You incorporated very nice imagery.

Kelley Ann Hornyak said...

"then the moon comes up like a
porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea" -- That line is exquisite. The whole poem is delicious. Completely sensory. I'm enjoying your poetry so much!