hidden places

you find this one
walking in the creek itself
& turn hard right
where the temperature
of the water
around your ankles
drops from warm
tadpole soup
to chilled lemonade

the animals know it
& come here to drink;
I show my children
prints of raccoon and deer,
and what could be either
stray dog or coyote;
footprints filling with water
pressed into the slim bank.

Here, this brook
joins the slower
sun-churned creek
after it tumbles down shale
eroded to a steep staircase
we climb up;
sharp & slippery,
the flight leading us
from spring
to high summer
as we climb.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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3 Responses to hidden places

  1. Well done, Susan. You succedd so well in appealing to our senses of feel, touch, sight and feel in this poem! Nature painted by a very observant soul!

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