13 August 2017
By Nature’s generosity
I am brought rivers
clothed gold, clothed
amber. Pearls become swans.
Iridescent mallards of green
and purple spill
across the water. Muscular
rowers shoot past.
I am given plush
beds of grasses
woven with wren song.
Bluefish jewel the roots
gripping the rich
tapestry of silt.
I laze, dazzled,
by the same yet ever-changing
sun in endless fiery quiet
explosions of colors across
a sky of porcelain, so fine,
that it does not crack
is miraculous. I am spent
by the very beauty of it.
Philip Kuepper
(2 May 2017)
Tagged: Philip Kuepper, Rowing Poetry
