Saturday, March 30, 2013

Spring Rivers

Slice 30 of 31!
The rivers are doing their spring thing. Couldn't capture a good picture today, but it was a stupendous day to be out!

      Grey
            gushes
     heaving
             so high
        tumbling
     down
             leaving
                  the hills
                              and mountains
                     ignoring great
                  cleaving boulders
                                        steeving rocks and banks
                                              reeving bridges and dams
                        weaving its way
               seeking the relative serenity 
                                            of the sea

I linked the words in the poem to the FreeDictionary.  Steeving and reeving are both nautical terms.  Steeving is when the boat's hull is up above the horizon.  And reeving means to pass (a rope or cable) through an eye or other narrow opening!

I haven't gone by the river yet, but we made a brief stop at the house, and as we came up to the porch to come inside...what should flit by us and alight on our porch, but a beautiful Nymphalis antiopa (or Mourning Cloak) butterfly!  Gorgeous and the first one of the season!

3 comments:

  1. Oh that water is roiling! You have several terms in this poem that I am not familiar with, so I'll be googling them. I will check back to see if you were successful on your picture hunt.

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  2. I just love the way this poem sits on the page...and the ways the words seem to gush, river like.

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  3. I can imagine the river coming down, just by the poem's arrangement, Donna, but also we have that spring runoff in the mountains that your poem reminded me of. The butterfly is awesome-a new one to me-not in our habitat. Lucky you!

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