Sunday, October 30, 2011

Trout



They move upstream
fins flailing

while a light rain falls
on the crunch of leaves
underfoot as we hurry
through woods and water

pausing to watch
the arc of gray
silver-flashing while airborne
then a flop into silence.

2 comments:

L. Blogspeak, M.D. said...

A beautiful and mysterious conclusion.

Rebekah said...

Beautiful, silver flow, perfect moment at the end. I can't get over how your words and pictures together always harmonize but always create a new thought/emotion/memory. Sometimes the Cosmos makes a popping noise when it happens :)