Rushing to Meet the River

Dawn comes to the valley,
houses lit with early risers,
a garbage truck roaring to a stop.
Headlights carve the remaining dark,
white edged clouds outline the sky.
Black winged birds fly east
awake to the morning call.
Out beyond the mountains
sun breaks the horizon,
warming the high desert frost
and a ripple of peaks to the great divide.
Wolf, coyote and a wave of creatures
stir and find their legs, begin the hunt.
Sturgeon circle beneath the dams,
salmon wait past the break
for a flush of cold water on the new tide;
even the steel towers seem inviting
as they reflect new light.
Press your ear to the ground,
you’ll hear the earth thrumming
with the bass of deep stone
and something like joy
flowing through her veins
as she rushes to meet
the river of the morning.



photograph by Sandra M. Jensen


14 Responses to “Rushing to Meet the River”

  1. David Kyle says:

    Don, More and more you capture the joy in the simple and common. We need that so that our ego’s don’t depress the reality of our true experience.
    Thank you.

  2. Sandy Brown Jensen says:

    Nice photo! One of my favorite poems of yours—a dawn song taking its place in a royal lineage.

  3. Anne Blaney says:

    Thanks for attunement embedded in this gem; good work endures the test of time, easily. For me this message fits perfectly into this day, a day when I need to press my ear to the ground and hear that loyal bass note. Great timing bro!

  4. David Banner says:

    I feel the rush of the spring juices even as the winter clings on…I am so thankful for all the the flavors of the flow of life..

  5. James says:

    Sun’s up, uh huh, looks OK
    The world survives into another day
    And I’m thinking about eternity
    Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

  6. Elizabeth O Nunn says:

    Honoring ancient patterns that always seem so new.
    Perhaps this describes what living in the moment means…past and future coming together in the present.

  7. Tom Figel says:

    Hope beautifully expressed, Don. Thanks.

  8. Rose Meeker says:

    These lines are a jewel to me:

    Press your ear to the ground,
    you’ll hear the earth thrumming
    with the bass of deep stone
    and something like joy
    flowing through her veins

  9. Eric Dunn says:

    Love the sensuality!

  10. David Barnes says:

    Magnificent river poem Don. You write from intimate knowledge of that inner and outer landscape which gives birth to mountains and rivers without end—and to great poetry. And a magnificent photo too. Something like joy! Indeed. And who could say just exactly what joy is? But I do know that this something is married-to and carried-by the Mighty River of Love—and I ripple with something like joy throughout my days. And with the River comes a consciousness of eternity and, as James said, quoting a great Canadian poet, “Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.” Yes, there is also this sensuality woven through it all. Love it!

  11. Marco says:

    What a way to start the day! Moved me to the marrow.

  12. Maria Frid says:

    The word rushing, suggests excitement; eagerness to meet the new day with all its wonder and its deep stones that carry strong meaningful stories. I love this poem, Don! It speaks to my profound appreciation for this earth home!

  13. Veronica Lim says:

    Lovely, your description of the dawn is so picturesque.

  14. Stan Grindstaff says:


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