by Helen Laurence
Washed by Winter
Whistler’s Bend
Winter has cleansed
our river world
Greening itself
after muddy turmoil
the North Umpqua
slides into spring
I hesitate to
enter
the expansive
curve of sand
rich in the dialect
of tracks
none human
nothing disturbed
driftwood and
stone
art undirected
and the consoling
silence of drizzle
After the latest round
of storms
only raccoon, bobcat
slinky skunk and
goose
have preceded me
Daring to add my
own imprint
I explore with
care
steal a red-rind
stone
a long fragment
of bark long sanded
leave there reluctant,
renewed
Thursday, 19
April 2012
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