So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
–T. S. Eliot
is about hope, how I saw a single heron
on the riverbank and, telling you of him
at the end of a bitter day, you say
I think they must be coming back.
about the note you gave me not
two weeks ago, tucked away
in my coat pocket against the still-
cool nights; how not everything fades
so quickly. this morning,
a quart of strawberries
was ninety-nine cents at the market,
so I counted out the change and I think, after
this cruel spring of shallow breath and repentance, we
will know the gasp & fire of riversummers again.
the tenth muse 
Lovely poem and picture
Thank you! So glad you dropped by!
Magnificent! Your poetry is fully as breathtaking as your photography! (And another huge THANK YOU for inspiring my wife and me to try a new venture! Life is good!!
Warmest,
Ron
Ron, thank YOU for your kind words. I am happy you have found some inspiration to share! All my best to you.
🙂 –jsl
Love the sense of hope expressed in the poem.
appreciate it. always nice of you to drop by. 🙂
I hope you do, babe. Here’s to a warm summertime.
thank you, Mosk. it’s good to hear from you. it’s good to be writing.
Lovely!
🙂
I hope they are coming back:)
as do i! 🙂