Blog Poetry

A path by the river

A path by the river

The stream pouring out of thick vines 

Fords the path in the place

Where the trees have thinned

To let sunlight onto the forest floor.

Walk beside the flow and chance

Upon a handsome buck

Standing tall in his river

Alert to changes in motion;

The stillness startles him

And he lopes off into the woods

Rest upon a rock while

Cicadas, screeching loud love,

Land all around

What path leads them through

Long slumbers bursting brilliantly

Into brief orgy?

Where a rivulet enters the stream

The path ends.

There is life in the forest

that cannot be seen

There are songs in the air

that cannot be heard

And the river carries them

As it flows beyond the bend.

©2003 Mark S. Richards