It’s springtime in River City
The thaw tipping point has arrived
Ice floes the size of tennis courts
with galaxies of little moons
meander,
collide,
but in the stream nevertheless
Pregnant with spring,
with the sun
the holy witness,
skeleton trees extol their dormant beauty
The sap of life
coursing through their veins
awaits its verdant birth
Birds in pairs flutter about
Tapped into the core
they know exactly what to do
It is what it is
Many mysteries here
and yet,
it’s all so clear
This is life
This is the clock
This is a page on your kitchen calendar
Inhale it deeply
Let it soak into your skin
Taste it and savor
Yes this is life.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
Author notes
Just spent my first Edmonton winter in 8 years; it felt long. I needed refuge from city bleak, so wandered into the sleeping river valley, looking for a spiritual boost. I got one. While sitting on the banks of the North Saskatchewan river basking in the sun, I witnessed a completely frozen river break up and become a rolling river in just over an hour. A magic moment to be sure, one I will remember for a lifetime.
Written April 12th, 2003
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Yippee! so good to be reading Ferg again...diggin this groove here for sure...great last stanza...just wonderful
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What amazes me...while basking in nature...while walking 'home'...is how all of a sudden a tree...a stream...a flower...that you have seen so many times before appears so different...and you wonder...why. Beautiful.
Thank you, maria -
great write ferg love the part "This is life
This is the clock" ..and tick tock goes the clock so savour the time we have we must! thanx for sharing..take care
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This is wonderful...
Nature is breath-taking to be sure... Ive sat for hours watching nature breathe, go on about its business as if I wasnt there... and why shouldnt it? Awesome metaphors and descriptions - the last stanza is... in a word... excellence.
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This poem is pure magic. I could imagine the breathtaking moment in my mind’s eye.
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ah yes. the North Sask river. you painted a word picture here that is accurate and soothing, H. in Ottawa, i have watched the river break up too from the long winter but haven't seen it with quite the same melancholic, transformative spirit you give to the river of my youth. (i like: "it is what it is"...god...does THAT ring some bells.) it's coming back...the bug...the writing bug for you, that is...i trust that spring will bring many new birthing experiences for you to share with us.
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this is lovely Ferguson, just lovely
Spring has always been my favorite time of year. Its like being granted a fresh chance to become something...beautiful
adored this piece
*smiles
CM -
I agree with Myra
This is beautiful
Cant wait to inhale spring
I think you would like a haiku i wrote called Spring
Do come see me wont ya
Blessings
Susan~~~ -
Beautiful, beautiful! I feel the magical moment within my veins ... Yes, the open secret is whispering all around us - but how blinded we have become! We are stumbling and groping, but the smallest creatures in nature " ... know exactly what to do ... "
Thank you for reading my work and leading me back here. I've been so busy lately, that I really missed out on your wonderful work.
Thank you, Henri
Take care.
Myra
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