THIS IS HOW TO SAY METOLIUS
Say song sparrow flitting
Among ocean spray
Not yet leafing
Say dipper flexing
Comical seal bird of
River reefing
Say raven black flapping
Inking pine to cedar
Sky creasing
Say jade waters flowing
Clarifying pools
Wild trout breaching
Say first butterfly flaming
Ember and coal
Harbinger of believing
Say Metolius
Say song sparrow, dipper
Raven, trout and butterfly
Say leafing, reefing, creasing
Breaching, believing
Serenading
Spring

SPIRALING
The way snow
Spirals like a moon shell
Laconic swirl
Billowy white flakes
As if a pastry chef
Dared to ice one branch
In a gravity-defying
Tipping whorl
This creamy meringue
Inviting my tongue
To taste the airy cloud
Melting desire

ODE TO 2015
Hold up this glass of Pinot Noir
To the light of day’s end
Effervesced in grapes
Clairvoyant allure
Swirl the year 2015
Through rose-tinted glasses
Year of transformation
Embarking on a roving life
Breathe in cherry
Blackberry, spicy earth
Before my first sip
Remember that step away
When home a snail shell
Upon four wheels
Wending curved roads
Like a wild vine
Not ready
to be tended
This wine aged in barrels
for a smooth complexity
Drink suffused light now
To the tunes of our piano
My gentle lover here
Let us tend to each other

ALL POETS ARE RIVERS
Find me a poet
who is not a river
I will find you a river
who is not a poet
Woe are the rivers
Concreted by dams
Reservoirs dreaming
of the unshackled verse
Give our rivers back
Free to be poets
and poets to be rivers
of the lively refrain
Find me a river
Fresh in beaver slap
Dipped in dippers
Hovered in kingfishers
Seized in ospreys
Finned in wild trout
Forever
Rhymed

PEEL BACK THE LAYERS
Gifted in riverine rapids
my hand opens empty to
accept the spring breeze
Lucky beaver stick
floats to this side pool
Reflected. Mirrored. Offering
Stoop to grasp
the gnawed white twig
peeled of bark
Feel chill waters
bearing melting ice
away to a confluence
Prayer hands roll
pencil-thin wood
as if to spark a fire
Layers fall away
Drift downstream like
curling peels of bark
Farewell to sorrow
at least for now
Loosen this hard rind
Let my rough and weary skin
shed like a snake
Gleam. Shine. Renewal
Gratitude to beaver
to headwater springs
to braided reciprocity
As layers peel away
Know that the heartwood
remains safe and sheltered
Always

INDIVIDUALITY
Ponderosa pines jostle
Mingle, touch and sway
Winds tousling
needles of three
Why no synchronous
bending like bunchgrasses
on a prairie rippling
in waves?
Studying this bafflement
of tussling trees blown
every which way
I wonder
What is the better way
to respond?
Do we bow together in
salutations to the sun?
Or make our choice
Like a sailor tacking
her small boat
through the wind?
Study again the treetops.
I see where I’ve gone wrong
There is a communion
among the confusion
One tree bends to
shield another
Leaning in and away
So none will fall

SPIDER WEBS IN THE MAKING
Pitch dark?
Not for spiders
Scrolling silk
From abdomens
Guided by
Blinking stars
Designing orbs
Encircling dreams
My son rises
From his tent
Flicks on a headlamp
Startled by shimmer
So many spiders
Spinning and linking
Tree to tree
In silver thread
While we are sleeping
Spiders weave in symmetry
Setting the table
For breakfast

Lovely. Thank you. Especially loved the first.
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Such unique poems flow like a river from your observant naturalist mind. I so enjoyed reading them and am still smiling about the spiders setting the breakfast tables!
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I am glad for your smile! It just kind of came to me at the end…
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You’ve awed us with your poetic observations of nature and stunning photos once again. These are strong and beautiful poems, Marina. I kept thinking, “she needs to put these in one volume and publish!” xoA
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Thank you—I feel grateful and encouraged by that…
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Thank you, Marina, for the cool, clear words and photos so like the magic waters of the Metolius.
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“Give our rivers back
Free to be poets
and poets to be rivers
of the lively refrain”
All of the poems strike a chord on my heart strings … but given what Congressman Simpson is braving and enduring with the Republicans here in Idaho for putting forth a framework for removing the 4 lower Snake River dams it sounded a tone strong and clear.
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So detailed and lovely, my dear! You are a river flowing… freely. Xoxo Petit
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