After rowing, retrieving. A perfect pairing in the eyes of Carley, our Labrador retriever.
Fall is upon us, but that’s no disincentive to man and beast from enjoying the still warmish waters of Lake Champlain. I find it challenging to capture in prose or images, but this autumn atmosphere and rhythm lend themselves to the braiding potential and propensity of poetry.
After Rowing, Retrieving
After almost two hours
reclining in a dory,
observing waterfowl
and falling foliage,
listening to slice, drip,
slice, drip of oar blades,
moaning, creaking oar locks,
yielding to the pulse