trout

stone
shadower
river
runner

I lean
against
wall
wondering
whence
you came
whither
you go
past
heron
beak
and angler
keen
to breed
and life
to sow

my days
draw
close to
ending
winter
threats no
more
for spring
is stirring
tired loins
waiting
summer’s
gentle
flor

silver
sided
roving
rainbow

beauty
music
lore



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-06-23 at 14:26

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Mark J. Wood
Take off your coat: I bet that there's a rainbow on your ribs.
2007-06-27


normalil
This is a masterpiece. Loved the photo too. Applaud and bookmarked.
2007-06-23


Rob Graber
Wow, the next to last stanza beautifully captures the trout, so to speak!
2007-06-23