This June morning
I can still see my breath.
I drive 40 miles to the place
the road curves to accommodate
one slender waterfall:
to count the spots on two fawns;
to witness a hen pheasant
whose chicks accordion behind her
in a cameraless pose.

I don’t tell them
I didn’t come for them.
They know.  We all thirst
for the fall combed over the sides
of a stone bowl that cups wildness,
root-brewed and gravel-dripped sweet;
them to drink
and I to braid its thinness
through my fingers
before it shifts back

to simple water.

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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54 Responses to Zoar

  1. Simply gorgeous, Susan.

  2. Lovely poem Susan.

  3. Alice Keys says:

    Susan, Thanks for this calming interlude in the natural world. I needed it this morning. Alice

  4. This is quite lovely, and how bizarre that we’re both writing about pheasants today 🙂

  5. just lovely Suz-
    gravel-dripped sweet indeed!

    • Thanks, John–one of my favorite places, this. Completely wild. I just go on the edges of it. Every year, a few hikers/kayak-ers get hurt (or worse) because the valley is so beautiful and yet dangerous.

  6. Wow! How you describe these things so beautifully – the come alive in your words – water falling finely like soft silky threads through feeling sensitive fingers – just lovely, this description of this pilgrimage to a place of calm and to a place that is vested with more significance than you have let up!

  7. Gorgeous work Susan!

  8. claudia says:

    sounds def. worth a 40 miles drive…love the images..love teh chicks accordioning behind her…such a great visual…all great visuals…

  9. David Eric Cummins says:

    Very nice! I’ve never seen that waterfall, but I’ve driven along the Zoar valley a couple of times. It really is a beautiful landscape there.

    • Thanks, David. That waterfall is right next to the road, where some thoughtful soul had the road execute a nearly hairpin turn to preserve it. My favorite spot along that drive.

  10. scotthastiepoet says:

    Lovely Susan, I was there with you seeing and feeling that… Wonderful work. With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com

  11. brian miller says:

    to braid its thinness through my fingers…ah i love that…and what you chose to see as well…there is a swan and her littles i keep seeing every morning down by the pond…i will take a little cup of the wildness…any day…smiles.

  12. What a beautiful memory, and relayed even more beautifully. Thank you.

  13. Tony Maude says:

    Braiding its thin-ness – that is such a rich image. This sounds like a soul-refreshing place to visit; I sure wish it was only 40 miles from me.

  14. the closing 4 lines are exquisite

  15. Mary says:

    This was a pleasure to read, Susan.

  16. nico says:

    Good water is worth the drive. Beautifully written, made my heart sing out!

  17. nelle says:

    Purdy in word and picture.

  18. Miriam E. says:

    oh the second stanza is outstanding!

  19. Absolutely stunning – K

  20. Simply beautiful!

  21. What a moment an early morning to cherish – I see a film rolling behind my eyes here

  22. unfetteredbs says:


  23. I love the braid slipping thru fingers, and then back into water once again.

  24. janehewey says:

    pure delight here.

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