Monday, May 21, 2007

Morning and Evening River

Scarlet tanagers hop
Blood and black ornaments in the trees
Mayflies kiss mirror waters
Daring trout to feed
Purple mist cupped in
Valleys swept with infant green
Sunset stop and sighs, then
Surrenders to the breeze.

Water springs from dripping moss
Thirsty on mountain stone
Cloud rolling river pushes
Sparkling a path toward home.

(Inspired by fly fishing on the West Branch of the Delaware River this weekend. I managed to catch and release a big ole' wild brown trout. He was a wise fish. It was nice to meet him.)


mermaid said...

Lyrical and meditative. I'm sure that was the experience. Did you catch it with the fish? No, I guess not. It's not something you can hold.

Terri said...

Such pretty words :)
Do you think you made as much of an impression on Mr Trout as he did on you..?

Jaye Wells said...

I'm glad you let the old man go. He sounds like he had more living to do.

Bev said...

I'm generally a believer in "fillet and fry" when it comes to fishing, but it sounds like Mr Brown Trout had something bigger to do!

Lovely as always Jason

Kaycie said...

I love the way you personified the sunset. Your words put a picture in my mind. That is not something that is easy to do, I struggle to visualize things. Very beautiful little piece.

Verilion said...

I'm glad you let him go. I liked the poem too.

Anonymous said...

I can smell the lilac and see the fish jumping-- it takes me home. Thanks!

-- Miranda

Frank Baron said...

I don't know poetry but I sure as heck know wise old browns. Congrats.

LiVEwiRe said...

My guess is that you had a brief conversation with him, possibly thanking him for being there and sharing what he offered. When wise people meet wise fish good things are sure to happen!

jason evans said...

Mermaid, perhaps it caught me. :)

Terri, he was probably thinking, oh no, not again. Those pesky fly fishermen!

Jaye, and hopefully lots of spawning. I'd like to meet his offspring too.

Bev, the release was more about the special nature of the river rather than the fish itself. Trout is delicious, but there are not many fisheries like that in Pennsylvania. I'd like to see the natural reproduction in the river stay strong.

Kaycie, I'm very glad the visual came through. I was wishing I had my camera. This was only way I could share it.

Verilion, the deal was, he couldn't tell his friends about me.

Miranda, I think you know which way the river was flowing. :)

Frank, I was able to present a nymph pattern upstream right after a rise. He took it off the top.

Livewire, he didn't trust me at first, but once he was fatigued, he put himself in my hands. (He even jumped twice. Pretty impressive.)