|January 1st, 2001|
By David Motes
In calendar spring, on the far bank
I can see shadows of old snow in the draws and creeks.
On this bank the sunlight washes by upstream.
I can look long distance into the cottonwoods,
far enough for green to grow from the grey and black
and merge into a hint.
On the berm a bank of sandy silt remains from the winter high-water,
covering the husks of last summers' riot of
burdock and ivies and stinging-nettle.
The stink rises like hope, like a promise of warmth enough to
raise the plants again, and bed them in this yolk of river-richness.
The water's winter-brown is tinted through with clarity and life.
Where the refugee sun probes it gives up subtle sips
of future greens and blues and clarity down to gravel.
The drift-ice grumbles by, promising revenge. ~ David Motes
About David Motes
Home for Dave is Oakton, Virginia where he is a high school English teacher and Fly fishing instructor and guide with Mark Kovach Fishing Services on the upper Potomac River near Harper's Ferry, WVA. He is married with a young son, and fishes both salt and freshwater for trout and bass, stripers, but mostly smallmouth from Alabama to Minnesota.
River Bed by Dave Motes
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