Friday, June 27, 2014

like a painting


today has stillness all over it,
the creek low enough it whispers rather than shouts,
it’s all like a painting, carefully-composed,
a hundred or so cloud white rhododendron blossoms
artfully scattered over the rich green mossy rock before me,

as dry thunder crescendoes again and again overhead,
a gaggle of wild turkeys loudly calls out,
two males strut, their fully-fanned tails and gobbly calls
addressed to wandering peckish females,

my black t-shirt and slow motions let me attend the courting,
and snap picture after picture to hold what I can
of the courtly strut amidst the gaggles’s browsing,

rain never breaks upon us
and stillness mostly rules the forest for now.

by Henry H. Walker
June 23, ’14

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