because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

love by the river in springtime is a perilous thing

the sky is bruised
with purpled patches,
gauze of white cotton
cloud strewn unsteadily
across the southern horizon.

many have come
with their beach chairs
and their expensive long lenses
to watch the herons
chase each other round

the naked winter nests
in the farthest branches.
i watch them watching
from the pipe bridge over
pregnant waters, the little islands

sunk beneath the brown and the rushing,
tree roots emerging from the current like
strange seabirds that reach
for the sky. from the squawk
on the other side of the river,

i know the herons aren’t
in the trees. they’ve found higher
ground among the shallows and
play their love games, as we do,
amid the rocks and the shadow.

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19 responses

  1. Nice

    March 20, 2012 at 12:39 am

    • thanks, George. 🙂

      March 21, 2012 at 10:24 pm

  2. This is so lovely, filled with images that are wistful and beautiful and filled with truth.

    March 20, 2012 at 9:03 am

  3. I’m here because Joe posted a link on facebook. Really lovely, I’m glad I got to read it.

    March 20, 2012 at 9:13 am

    • thanks and welcome, Mary. drop by any time! 🙂

      March 21, 2012 at 10:23 pm

  4. Beautifully done.

    March 20, 2012 at 10:34 am

  5. the sky is bruised
    with purpled patches,
    gauze of white cotton
    cloud strewn unsteadily
    across the southern horizon. Oh, oh. Ambulance weather?

    March 20, 2012 at 1:20 pm

  6. Loved this:

    “i know the herons aren’t
    in the trees. they’ve found higher
    ground among the shallows and
    play their love games, as we do,
    amid the rocks and the shadow.”

    I also like how you’re watching the others watching the herons in their love play – a delicate voyeurism, to be sure. Very well written.

    March 20, 2012 at 1:44 pm

    • delicate indeed. thanks.

      March 21, 2012 at 10:25 pm

  7. as we do among the rocks and the shadow…excellent close to this…a great use of language too…the bruise of the sky is an evocative start to this…great imagery joanna

    March 20, 2012 at 1:47 pm

  8. Lovely piece–I love the last stanza–

    March 20, 2012 at 5:56 pm

  9. The imagery is wonderful, and the closing stanza, well, that’s pretty great right there.

    Nice write here.

    March 20, 2012 at 7:08 pm

  10. You paint a beautiful scene in nature. I enjoy seeing herons. Right now we are enjoying egrets.

    March 20, 2012 at 8:50 pm

  11. It’s as if you’ve given the reader binoculars to watch the unfolding naturalistic tableaux

    March 20, 2012 at 10:04 pm

  12. Gorgeous write !

    March 22, 2012 at 8:38 pm

  13. In May the babies will be fishing near the pipeline and you can get really close. You are always shooting into the light on the pipeline is the only downside.

    Come to edge he said
    No, we are afraid
    Come to the edge, he said
    They came
    He pushed them
    They flew
    ~Guillaume Apollinaire

    March 24, 2012 at 11:20 am

  14. This is simply wonderful…what a fantastic love poem.

    My favorites are your opening and closing stanzas…love the imagery!

    March 28, 2012 at 12:53 pm

  15. you set up some very peaceful images

    April 2, 2012 at 2:57 pm

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