With the curiosity of a seal
I stand above the emerald water
looking down at thousands of tiny fish
breaking surface in rippling circles.
The tide slowly lifts in the afternoon sun,
the last days of warmth before the coming rain,
a blanket that will soon cover us
through long months of growing dark,
and as mushrooms rise through wet ground,
our dreams freed from the burden of light
will speak with desire held too long in the earth.
This poem “bathes in the tides of nature” (Thoreau) beautifully. Spring and summer are beautiful, but it is in fall that brings my being into contact with the earth and the universe.
….fish are fattening, bears just eating, plants dropping seed, etc, as the Mother of All prepares her varied brood for a season’s sleep, drawing back into the root of consciousness that will one day open again to rejuvenation.
Don….my dreams of late have been speaking with desire…I feel big change coming……,,
Such a beautiful analogy to see the wet ground as our own fertile ground for personal growth and the mushrooms as our gold rising up out of shadow. Stephen King was once asked why he chose horror as his primary theme as a writer. He answered, I don’t have a choice. Don, you just churn it out every day so well. I suspect you don’t have a choice. Keep’em coming…………
So true and sweet.