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Wild America in Four Poems

Updated on October 27, 2016

Lake Ontario

Winter shoreline
Winter shoreline
White Heron
White Heron
THe River Platte near Fort Morgan, Colorado
THe River Platte near Fort Morgan, Colorado | Source

Wild America (poetry)

Along Lake Ontario's Shore

Cold enough walking here

along Ontario's shore,

gray clouds weeping in

to rustle leafless trees

buried in deep white snow.

Eider ducks and gulls tread

icy water of protected coves

just beyond the reach of

pounding surf and frozen

spray feathering shoreline

rocks and podded sumacs.

Each wave, each gust of wind

infuses the mind with a

living presence much akin

to one's own temperament.

Carolina Heron

Parted cattails, mostly gone to seed,

reveal splash of white rippling in

cold waters of a Charleston swamp

until heron, neck craned, strides with

graceful acumen along the misty shore,

his lordly winter whiteness lending

emphasis to dankness in spirit despite

presence of live oaks scattered here

and there entangled in Spanish moss green

enough to hearken spring from death itself.

Sandstone Transformation

"Amoo'ooh! with you, the cliff comes alive."

--Leslie Silko, Ceremony

Lone eagle swoops at sandstone contours

as if to seize geologic energies

locked in petrified solidity

where deep red sandstone columns,

red as Sioux warriors against a

feathered sky,

bulge in swirls high above the prairie

harboring a field mouse or two.

Islands in the Stream: The River Platte

The River Platte appears

as a bright band of blue

about to twist through the

woodlands creating islands

of sandy beaches studded

with gnarled cottonwoods

whose branches stretch like

octopus arms sucking at blue

sky and telling of a time when

Arapaho encampments fill

the air with pungent smoke

from campfires where stories

are told of many strangers

coming from the East, only it

is now when, as always, A Platte

flows past thin islands of memory

and dreams of strange things to

come, when stars will fill the

sky as spiraling orbs far above

a very parched and lone prairie.

The Great Lakes

© 2014 Richard Francis Fleck


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      Richard Francis Fleck 4 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thanks very much Gypsy Rose Lee.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. This was wonderful. Love the pics.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 4 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thank you jhamann, I appreciate your comment.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      You write nature poetry of the highest caliber. I find it is hard to find the words to describe the wonder and awe that I feel on a mountaintop or by a stream, yet it seems to come to you with ease. Keep up the good work. Jamie