Grizzly Island Road

Soft sky, blue and white
cloud swelling over low hills,
and delta waters,
twilight sloughs

calling to geese and egret,
kingfisher and mallard
to lounge in waving reeds
as grazing cattle linger
in verdant valley.

Like a river the road flows
down to the sacred sea,
to the deep, living stream
of Earth.

poem by Steven FederleReport problemRelated quotes
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