creek full to the limit
kisses the high stone banks
& bleeds into the woods
even air is denser, sweeter
more sipped than breathed
& everything green
grown sleek with water
saturated from the roots up
yesterday’s thirst pale memory
written lightly
on bottom leaves
nothing moves now
except what touches wind
& then
once touched
it bows
in heavy gratitude
Susan Daniels Poetry 
i like this very much. last 3 lines on the third stanza are excellent.
Thank you, Don. I kinda like those, too…think they make the poem.
…until next time. Nature brought us something interesting, the need to see to our nourishment.
I like that, Nelle, very much.
This attention to detail and to nature, this ability to describe nature with such clarity, but with a clarity which at the same time is open to multiple valid readings and decodings is the beauty of this song.
Biology, psychology, the external and internal meet in mutual noursihment here. “what touches wind”, “yesterday’s thirst pale memory”, “more sipped”, “once touched” – just lovely, plain sweetness, great poemness!
Thank you so much. This was my winding-down moment today 🙂
I agree with Noel, the lines “yesterday’s thirst pale memory/written lightly/on bottom leaves” offers a great poetic image.
Thank you so much–my favorite image in this piece.
The poet Cathy Smith Bowers once told me that the enduring image of a poem is what readers/listeners will remember long after they have closed a book/or left a reading.
Thanks for sharing that.