Wednesday, April 13, 2011

River Daughter

 
She is happiest on water
where her fingers leave
a trailing wake and sunlight
sings on ripples; where
crawfish scuttle and reeds
reach up, green arcs between
the rocks. Her turtle toes
drive deep in mud, they send
the minnows flitting; gulls
circle wide above her head,
and seaweeds cling to ankles.



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3 comments:

art2cee2 said...

This poem is wonderful. It makes me want to take a hike to a lake somewhere. :-)

Marian Hertzog said...

I used to swim in a pond on a family farm... thanks for taking me back there for a moment!

My Life Under the Bus said...

This reminds me of when I was little! I spent the summers in upstate N.Y. catching fish and turtles and crawfish!!! XO