Tips of black spruce, pine and winter-bare ash
soft pierce the shallow white sky.
From the forest’s edge an eagle watches
stone-still December waters,
and a man passing. Over the fishway,
onto the snow covered dam
with his dog. A thousand sea ducks
drifting in the bay, dissolve like clouds.
Stunning image of the sky touching earth. Gorgeous.
Thanks Tori!
Chris, you have an uncanny way of describing what I feel when I am enjoying nature. What an exceptional gift to have and thank you for sharing it.
Thanks very much for this. I’m glad that the poetry resonates with you.
beautiful imagery
Thank you.
That Eagle watching — is this the mate –or parent — or son/daughter — of the Eagle-remains the man and his dog found a while back?
What might that Eagle be thinking — feeling —
About the man and his dog?
The eagle has grown quite comfortable with the man and his dog. The “found” eagle was young, this one mature. This is the time of year when the eagles begin to come back to the area around the dam and fishway. A couple of years ago I counted 25.
There have been quite a number of seals lately as well, both Harbour and Grey.
I love coming into your world ….
That’s a really nice comment Anne – thank you.
In a word..lovely
Thanks!
you remind me of Gary Snyder. nice poetry.
What a kind comment! Thank you.