The Skagit Valley

Paul Bailey

The summer fields
gleam in the afternoon light
the panoply of greens variated
each according to the species
of its maturing crop

The verdant valley
bookended by the Cascades
to the east & Sound to the west
is fed by the Skagit’s forks
which snake thru it

In the coming weeks
the greens will go to ambers
and the ambers then go to gold
till mowers return the fields
to September stubble

With the autumn rains
the river will flood yet again
and the fields fill as its reservoirs
green and gold gone to white
as the snow`geese return


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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8 Responses to The Skagit Valley

  1. beautiful description of the shift into autumn. We are longing for spring to truly arrive…


  2. I am so glad you found back to the words after a break, Peter. It is always a pleasure to read your lyric – this one inspires me for some autumn paintings already. Thank you.


  3. your words put me there – and I love the view


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