Wolves Fishing
My red cheeks tingling on this
brilliant and vibrant Fall day,
I Kneel by the waterside,
inhaling the crisp, nipping
and fragrant currents of air.
I am captivated by
the pink backdrop of the golden
setting sun, as the musical stream
recounts its never ending lyric:
rushing, running, rippling,
hypnotic, gurgling water.
Yes...closing my eyes
I hear and see
the most perfect unity
in my solitude and stillness.
An instantaneous flash!
Loud cackles and laughs...
my gaze turns skyward as
Raven alights on
the naked branch.
I am spellbound by the
dancing, playful, and shadowed
ever changing Wolves
fishing for Salmon
in the cold, rocky shallows.
MCM©06/09/13
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