richard hearn
September
One by one, the washes dry,
grasses brown in the cut.
Now the animals come down from the hills
in search of water.
My dog, too,
running behind me, running in front,
wants to drink.
So we go down.
And there below,
under shale and sandstone cliffs, under the still green
canopy of ash and beech,
under oaks, in a tangle of windfall trees
and brush and broken cobbles,
we find pools, puddles, traces of water.
My puppy sinks
as low as he can
in the deepest water.
He drinks without bending his head.
~ Daniel Bellinger
RIVER
Spirit of mist
hovering over
my early morning Cuyahoga River,
magic wake-up
to the day
Water sedate,
mostly
Introspective, collective
The many times of the river
experiences reflected in the
ornaments of mind
Leaves….
Stems up like helms
for awareness to steer
down the current
The river–as it is–
a calibration point
for eyes
to add to the collection
of my recollection
~ Lady