"cascadia" poems
Daybreak brushes pink clad
hovering skies
beyond back lit mountains of Cascadia
Sunrise peaks through
the dawning nimbus
a variegated rosy
glowing consonance
The passing marine endowed sky,
framed by pinecone adorned
old growth timber stand,
near and far
***Red sky some mornings,
awakens heart on sleeve
without warning***
a lone mourning dove calls out --
unanswered
drowning out the drone
a lonely heart's throb
Harbingers of seasons change
cast nebulous shadows
over mountain
greenery meadows
imminent reminders
-- *ready or not --
what’s come and gone
a moment passed*
Though hearts may shine brightly
carefree summer's lazy days,
prevailing currents portend
the ever-present
winds of change
Someday heaven's healing rain
is going to fall softly
on this restless solitude;
cleansing a weary soul,
renewed once again,
mostly whole
© H. Rivers ... today
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
. her **** sprinkled spine.
her blackened fingertips from a day cleaning and smoking in
the pre-spring heat.
her knife atop the stump.
memory is the root of mankind’s trouble.
lullabies
her mother used to sang,
as the fish gasped and to the bone.
wilderness, a strange enchanted girl.
her bioluminescent tent.
her blackened beans and tortilla-leaves and peelings of cheese.
her knife to whittle a twig.
her moments grow like gardens left alone to ghost-over.
to sample the city wilderness
& then slip further away into a rearview idea.
new republic.
paradise. she’s up that trail there.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
Just like a river, meandering true,
I'm like a river flowing back to you,
From the Alpine turquoise to the ocean blue,
Cascadia, flow through me.
Just like a Cabernet, smooth and red,
You're like a wine flowing to my head,
I won't get enough, not until I'm dead,
Cascadia, flow through me.
Just like the city running to and fro,
I'm like the city when I even and flow,
Like a train, if I leave, I know back I'll go,
Cascadia, flow through me.
Just like blood, with no end or start,
I'm like the blood flowing back to my heart,
Returning to you, dear, has become an art,
Cascadia, flow through me.
Just like the city train, just like blood,
If you're the soil, I'll be the bud,
Just like the river, just like wine,
If I'm coming home to you, I'm gonna be fine.
Cascadia, flow through me,
Cascadia, flow through me.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC