SITTING BESIDE THE PO

Columbines are decorating the hills, darling

Reminding winter that it can never win

And the Po is glassy and calm

Keeping its currents secret as always

Nothing changes in the manless world

Blossoms repeat, waters flow, seasons doing encores

Trees are publishing new leaves

And the hawk circles and screams, “Where is she?”

 

The memories have grown weighty in time

My step is no longer agile and fearless

But sitting here beside the great river

The earth welcomes me with its own sorrow

As the waves are muffled and blossoms bow

Clouds suddenly wear dark bellies

And I examine my shadow alone and lonely

And know it is time to retreat to now

Reviews

[David Scott]

Seems like an ordinary day filled with anything but ordinary vision from the eye of our poet friend. The world is a lovely place for those who are willing to open their mind.
A lovely read David.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am reminded of how my heart beats whenever I read you...you really are as wonderful as you seem!

[DrD]

I'm just a guy, Kelly, blessed with so many things to write about and I am truly honored that you enjoy them.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I truly do...more than you'll ever know.