Poem: Every Hillside Cienega


Sitting at riverside,
the setting sun
backlights the boughs of the big cottonwood
and the steady stream of cotton
blowing downwind
It gathers in windrows
on the ground
and distributes itself
on the water

What an adaptation!
cotton everywhere
nowhere wet safe from a seed
that will do its damnedest to germinate

On the north bank
every hillside cienega
has its bosque,
bright green
against the dark green
of the junipers
and the black basalt boulders,
the line of seeps made evident
to the eye
by such a blatant display of color
Here’s to the noble cottonwood!
Long may it endure, as surely it will.

About believesteve

I am a photographer and have published a book of photography and accompanying text on running the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon. The first (print) edition is out of print, but a second edition is available as an iBook (eBook) through the iTunes bookstore. All Grand Canyon, river and nature lovers will enjoy my book: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-grand/id672492447?ls=1
This entry was posted in Poetry/Stories. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s