May in the Marsh

in the darkness
silence is momentarily
palpable
after the crickets quiet
before a faint rustle from reeds
floats over shallow water

as the light breaks
through white oak boughs
phee phee phee phee
brreepp brreepp brreep zee-zee
whhrrrpp whhrrrpp whhrrrpp
sweet sweet sweet I’m so sweet

calls of birds like Swainson thrush,
black-headed grosbeak,
lazuli bunting,
yellow warbler
seem to be speaking
directly to me

by mid-day heat
turtles bask on stones –
a leftover crawfishing path –
while a river otter cruises between
tussock sedge mounds
looks up and grunts
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beyond the above trees – now here we are

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I think the twig looks like a birdwatcher holding up binoculars.

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see you next week!

6 responses to “May in the Marsh”

  1. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    GREAT VERSE AND VISUAL AIDES! BUT WHERE ARE THE OTTERS? 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  2. PLEASING STILLNESS—AND MOVEMENT!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I was watching the otter and didn’t think about getting a photo until later!

    Like

  4. I could float my kayak there, and listen to your stories.

    Like

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