No other love song, only
the comforting sound of fury
rumbling, rolling, churning
upstream like an old lover
returning to hold and stay
awhile with sycamores,
waist-deep, remembering
the boy with single-shot .410
reaching from the far bank
for dove in the top limbs
before the floods of ’67 & ’69
enveloped them, before
our high-water kisses in ’97
shared tears with rain—pure
ecstasy after so long dry.
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Yes, Rain is shedding tears of joy to be with Mountain again!!
Love your poetry. But wish it would quit for long enough to go feed the horses without getting drowned.
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Quite a lot of rain after several dry winters. Everywhere the feel is visible and palpable. Spring will be something up in Yosemite. Late spring opening, though.
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The Scheme of Things
Flooding reminds us why there are creeks, streams and rivers.
Just an obstacle to cross during the summer
mother earth’s pipeline when it rains
fear and apprehension during drought
compensating with dry feed
to cut and cull or ride it out
rain bringing floods and fear flows once more
will a calf be swept away out of reach because of slimy roads
leather boots swapped for rubber, should I take the horse out.
fence post washed out
will a dead falling tree have a target
new ruts to be fixed in the spring
the hay under shelter and the roof doesn’t leak
perhaps some new acorns will crack
and bring new life out back
anxiety comes and goes but one memory remains
that first dove that fell
while it was on the wing.
A smile engulfs me, bourbon in hand
the warmth of the fire
the love of the land
The kids are all healthy
and I can still get around
good neighbors always willing to help
Life is sometimes hard, not always in clover
but in the grand scheme of things
I’d do it all over.
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