sna poems # 76: rose lake

rose lake is a shallow seepage lake surrounded by wetlands and hills. the western end has a large floating mat of sedge, grass, and rushes! lots of wildflowers sprinkled all over the forested hills skirting the shores. also, the wetlands and mudflats are teeming with birds—my son decided to try perfecting his goose call while we walked…

first confirmed sightings of dutchmen’s breeches and a couple anemone species for me, and we could hear sandhill cranes calling out from the other side of the lake, out of sight. a joy of a walk.

a.

cataracts white fluming

brushing the mucked lakeside

earth gives underfoot

b.

curving mineral

in mud & sluice

building into time

c.

new greening

low and lovely

anemone cousins

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