It’s the Light

Nijole Rasmussen

It’s the light
gives the river
its turquoise color
its rays shimmering
on the riffles raised
by the July breeze
blowing inland
from the sea

It’s the breeze
carries the river’s
song in its currents
above the city`noise
the murmuring hum
of time Granite`silt
moving so slowly
toward the sea


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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3 Responses to It’s the Light

  1. yes – it always comes from the light, and even the mud can look beautiful

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