Friday, December 01, 2006

November's green























the dog hesitates,
slinking low with claws spread wide
on the narrow pack bridge
high over the broad Salmon river

once on the other side, we make our way
up the side canyon where we see
a fire burned over the summer —
the woody brush is blackened and
the grass bunches are scorched to stubs

rounding a bend, I turn over in my mind
the way green and brown
must have turned to red and orange
and then to black and white

and back to green again —
for between the icy creek rushing
down its glossy, moss-lined bed and
the elk tracks in the muddy trail,
a surprising green covers the ground

growing soft as spring
under blackened trunks,
plush and inviting,
a sweet spot for a nap
on a still November afternoon

beneath and between the new shoots,
silence of stark white snail shells
vacant on the fertile, black char























































































21 Comments:

Blogger Pat Paulk said...

You really know how to make people feel jealous and envious!! All I got to do for Turkeyday was stand in my brother in laws garage and drink beer. There's not enough beer, or anything else, that can produce images and words that beautiful.Well done Mary Beth!!

12/01/2006 3:59 PM  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

Such a beautiful place, so lovingly described. That top photo is most captivating, MB!

12/01/2006 4:15 PM  
Blogger Bitterroot said...

The Salmon River is such a magical place. Your photos bring back wonderful memories of my own trip there. Hope to go back!

12/01/2006 8:34 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

see that's IT ... MB... what I love about poetry and prose... seemingly simple moments that, when expressed honestly and thoughtfully - as you do so well - can give you chills, make you realize how profound nature is - make you stand up and say OH ME TOO I WANNA SEE !! ME TOO !!!

btw, in case you don't pick up the comment on my blog - i listened to a sample from Bliss - and what a voice you have - ACE !

12/01/2006 11:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice, indeed. The photos whose snaps are taken by your words...

12/02/2006 2:24 AM  
Blogger Don Iannone said...

Wonderful adventure poem and beautiful photos.

12/02/2006 3:24 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

J'adore la première photo !
Cette eau qui coule comme de l'huile semble être si reposante , si calme !

12/02/2006 4:38 AM  
Blogger leslee said...

Nice. But we hardly needed the photos because you described it so perfectly. :-)

12/02/2006 7:16 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

How great - thanks for taking us along on your hike--- really enjoy the outing from here in my recliner :)

12/02/2006 7:36 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

A fine journey through the canyon, mb. Lovely pics.

12/02/2006 8:14 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

'rounding a bend, I turn over in my mind
the way green and brown
must have turned to red and orange
and then to black and white'

My favorite lines. The physical and spiritual turn, the change is so scary, and so therapeutic.

12/02/2006 10:25 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Scorched-tree photo (the one after the bridge walk) -- a perfect summing up of resurgence after a fire.

It looks so nice and quiet there.

12/02/2006 11:11 AM  
Blogger polona said...

perfect, mb! makes me wish i was there to experience what you so beautifully described.

beneath and between the new shoots,
silence of stark white snail shells
vacant on the fertile, black char


this says so much!

12/02/2006 11:31 AM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

there is beauty in your words and photos...and with it I can breath in the fresh air!

12/02/2006 1:40 PM  
Blogger charlie said...

Oh so like the Scottish Highlands mb. Minus the elk, of course. Fine words, fine pics, fine slinky doggy.

12/02/2006 3:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the title - reminscent of Frost's "nature's first green is gold." A really fine post.

12/02/2006 4:18 PM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Beautiful place so beautifully described. I loved the pictures.

I have linked you blog to mine. Hope you don't mind.

12/03/2006 5:24 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Thank you for this magical journey. It's amazing how the serenity of nature can evoke such wonder and peace, and your words take us there.

12/03/2006 10:49 PM  
Blogger moira said...

Next best thing to being there. Thank you for the walk.

12/04/2006 1:07 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I have just joined you on your travels thankyou-to see it once in the poem then revisit in the pictures

12/06/2006 10:25 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Pat, thanks! You leave me wondering, though, why you were standing in the garage!

Marja-Leena, that water was captivating, indeed!

Bitterroot, it is rugged and beautiful country, and I hope you do get to go back some day!

Amy, I often get that "I wanna see!" feeling when I'm outside. Your comment is much appreciated.

Rethabile, welcome and thanks for your kind comment!

Don, I'm pleased you enjoyed the post. Thanks!

Jean, eau qui coule comme de l'huile, oui c'est ca exactement, merci!

Leslee, thanks. I am never sure they'll turn out; I was lucky to have photos that corresponded.

Endment, your comment made me laugh. Thanks!

Robin Andrea, thank you!

Mermaid, you zeroed in on the lines that started the poem for me, and for some of the same reasons.

Lori, it was nice and quiet there, a tranquil idyll of green.

Polona, I'm gratified you paid attention to those last lines. Thank you!

Corey, thanks!

Charlie, aye, he's a fine wee slinky doggy, not usually that slinky, but he's a fine one to be sure! And no wonder I love the pictures of the highlands of Scotland.

Pauline, thanks very much.

Gautami, thank you, on both counts!

OjO, I do not know how you type your name! Thanks for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed the hike.

Moira, thanks for coming with!

Sue, thanks!

12/06/2006 5:11 PM  

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