Something I just made

IN the spirit of this blog and my new determination to stop waiting to get better and to do something that I can do now. That is the only way to make it better--I post the FIRST DRAFT of a poem I wrote for a Workshop I have enrolled in online SOUND THE TRUMPETS--- here goes First draft of SOUND poem

INDIAN SUMMER on the Banks of the TEN MILE RIVER

I park the car so we can see the falls

shimmering like shook silk

water so still above the low dam

beaten to froth below like beer foaming in a glass

I lower the windows, warmth enters

bringing with it murmurs like slurring drunks

of waters never silent shush

sliding slowly over the upper pond, swans

glide in the reflecting brown water

their wake churns seed pods and leaves

below shallow water gurgles between suds and tree snags

Three geese fly low under the stone bridge

squawking loudly as they land ungainly

flapping, skimming, breaking the calm

like children let out at recess

or a late inning runner sliding into third.