dances autumn’s red routine
Near the shore on Flathead Lake,
the best rocks shimmer under the surface
while the water reflects back late summer sun
and plovers hop along beside me on a rough run.
I like finding stones while drifting in my kayak
to look at them, but then carefully place
the brightly colored jewels back in the lake
to their rightful spot in the water mosaic.
winter not far off
ignore those dry falling leaves
lake water glistens
A paddle north at Yellow Bay on Flathead Lake’s east side two evenings ago. Sky Watch Friday is here and thanks to all who make it a fun time.
Two eagles watch them
a mother Grebe with little
babies on her back
swim out to the Island cove
catching sunshine on the way.
Note: The subject of my tanka is a mother Grebe we saw yesterday swimming in the middle of the Lake; off on some kind of expedition with all her babies. Two bald eagles from Goose Island started swooping down on her all of a sudden. We were celebrating my Dad’s birthday at the lake and while we all watched anxiously from shore Mrs. Grebe tried to fend the Baldies off. Finally the eagles stopped, but I sadly think they might have snatched one of the babies. We are not sure; they didn’t appear to be munching on anything afterwards. The mother Grebe continued paddling her route with all the babies on board. Well, mostly on board, one would fall off now and again only to hop back on. She had a mission and would not be deterred. The photo above was taken in the middle of the lake while we were out in the canoe. Not exactly a Grebe-eye’s view, but close.
I barely see you
Diva of the apple tree
flouncing your beauty
Float along with us at One Single Impression.
in high altitudes
winter meets the green of spring
clouds play a concert
~~~~ Join in on the clouds and sky fun at Sky Watch Friday.
A pause between breaths
the pivot of decision
whispers between one touch to another
a sigh before release
hesitation at the handshake
a space among the sentences
this cold, red surge of darkness when anger swells
the open gate before it closes
the heart of injury
a moment reigns.
Join with us at One Single Impression. The prompt this week is Reign.
we sit and wonder
while tall grass waves magically
red tail soars upward
OSI – One Single Impression – thank you to all the poets. Photo taken yesterday near the Nat’l Bison Range by Matthew.