Like a Tree Planted by the River
(Title from Psalm 1:3)
As if summoned by a dream
to this bench along the Mohawk
where cherry trees spill pink / white
blossoms into the river, I hear
an oriole whistle and chatter,
and a blue jay’s whispery song.
Hidden among the reeds,
a bittern thrums its low heartbeat call.
This is my cathedral:
a roof of sky, a river edged with sedge,
the swordlike veined leaves of Sweet Flag,
the white bell-shaped flowers
that dangle from the arcing vines
of King Solomon’s Seal,
and the Fiddlehead Fern
that curls like my granddaughter’s hair.
August 3, 2025 @ 2:14 pm
Like a Tree Planted by the River.
So beautiful!
August 14, 2025 @ 5:13 pm
Thank you.