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Sunday, 7 August 2016

Perseids


At dusk I had an unexpected visitor. After walking her home, I decided to sit on my back deck to enjoy the cooling night air. This summer long heat wave has offered few reprieves.

 

a toke of local
some swigs of chilled:
Perseids on display


Leaning back to watch the night sky, a shooting star had almost immediately lit a faint path. The Perseid meteor shower of early August. I hadn't consciously remembered them, but some memory had told me to pick this night to skywatch.


ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!


A meteor shot from south to north, so low and powerful that I jumped up from the bench. I waited for a crash it seemed so huge and close, but no explosion or burst of light followed. I've never experienced a meteor so long lasting and so close. It didn't have the intense brightness of a meteor, what was it? An intergalactic craft? The power of a dog day night sky, a puff - and amazing things reveal.

Entranced I watched for more entertainment. A satellite cruised the constellations, then another bright meteor lit its dying trail.

An hour of human time drifted by . . .    to the strains of The Velvet Underground

 

satellite fades
with Lou Reed's final notes
"Satellite of Love"


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Friday, 29 July 2016

waterlily paddling

for Angelee

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Had a great paddle yesterday (thanks for the encouragement!), esp. as it was the first trip in almost a year. Paddled 1 1/2 hours downstream from the dam on the Crowe River. Saw:

 

small turtle
perched at the very tip
of a tree snag




This is a very deserted stretch of the river, as it's south of the dam, so inaccessible to Crowe Lake. No houses or cottages once I had gone the first few hundred yards. Even the solitary loon seemed lonely, and kept sharing his haunting call, while carefully watching my slow progress.

I picked the right time for the trip, as waterlilies are in full bloom:


so much enlightenment
rising from the muck
of sewage bay



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(yep, the Marmora sewage plant empties into this stretch of The Crowe)

There is almost no draft on my tiny kayak - for much of the trip I was paddling near shore in just over a foot of water. On the edge of a large patch of lily pads:

 

BUMP!
basking muskie head
then swirling tail


(not exactly a Moby Dick encounter, but muskies are the northern freshwater equivalent of salt water barracudas, or perhaps the huge alligator gars of the Florida everglades)

After the encounter with the muskie, I noticed a brave little mother mink swimming across open water with a mouthful of vegetation. We parallel paddled for a few hundred yards, me praying the muskie wouldn't see her.

 

almost home
great blue heron soars
from the turtle's perch









                                       
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ayaz daryl nielsen has left a new comment on your post "waterlily paddling":

hmm, some envy. . . our last canoe trip was on the Missouri R. in Montana,
eagle swept down, snatched a fish about ten feet from where we were gliding along -
well, best to your day, Chris

Posted by ayaz daryl nielsen to Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens at 31 July 2016 at 04:31

Monday, 25 July 2016

Far North: Susan Ioannou


Far north
when blue curves closer
as if to cup the earth

between outcrop
and pines' needled spaces
mind can almost touch a Presence

until past dusk
the darkness crystallizes
-- one after one such stars!

A sprinkle, scatterings, mulltitudes
layering thicker and thicker
than any imagined vision

glittering from immensities of black,
beyond and beyond
and beyond

-- how can a single Spirit
watch over it all?


Susan Ioannou


from Looking for Light
Hidden Brook Press, 2016


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On 2016-07-25, at 8:17 PM, Richard M. Grove wrote:

hi guys

i have been away from my computer for a few days – visiting my mom – 88.

so glad that far north is being published again.

all the best

tai

i am working on my book. just edited this poem for back cover –
 
Kayaking on the Ripples of Indian Summer

leaves chatter against gentle shoreline-lapping
sun warms bare legs after cold paddle-dripping sparks zing
breeze carries me      a lullaby 
    east                       
         home 
              resting
after restorative invigorating strokes into fall’s black bay
yin and yang balance restored    
                          soul sings