richard hearn<\/p><\/div>\n
September<\/strong><\/p>\n One by one, the washes dry, My dog, too, So we go down.<\/p>\n And there below, and brush and broken cobbles, My puppy sinks He drinks without bending his head.<\/p>\n ~ Daniel Bellinger<\/p>\n RIVER<\/strong><\/p>\n Spirit of mist Water sedate, Introspective, collective<\/p>\n The many times of the river Leaves….<\/p>\n Stems up like helms The river–as it is– ~ Lady<\/p>\n
\ngrasses brown in the cut.
\nNow the animals come down from the hills
\nin search of water.<\/p>\n
\nrunning behind me, running in front,
\nwants to drink.<\/p>\n
\nunder shale and sandstone cliffs, under the still green
\ncanopy of ash and beech,
\nunder oaks, in a tangle of windfall trees<\/p>\n
\nwe find pools, puddles, traces of water.<\/p>\n
\nas low as he can
\nin the deepest water.<\/p>\n
\nhovering over
\nmy early morning Cuyahoga River,
\nmagic wake-up
\nto the day<\/p>\n
\nmostly<\/p>\n
\nexperiences reflected in the
\nornaments of mind<\/p>\n
\nfor awareness to steer
\ndown the current<\/p>\n
\na calibration point
\nfor eyes
\nto add to the collection
\nof my recollection<\/p>\n