By Last Chance Creek

[everyadventure]

Last Chance

There's a place in the woods
where the air is cool and clear,
distilled by waterthrush song.
Sunlight sieves through aspen leaves,
stippling the water of Last Chance creek.

This is where huckleberries hide,
growing plump in the underbrush
of shadowed hillside.
We spread my quilt here,
beneath the spell of spindling trees.

You read Thoreau aloud,
and the thrush ceases its song.
The forest listens to your voice,
words formed gently and exhaled,
as trout bubbles in a stream.
I think awhile of Love...

When the light grows watery,
you pluck plump berries
and feed them to me, one by one.
They are firm and sweet,
inking your fingertips a tender purple,
the shade that shows
below the surface of sleep.

[Delta40]

You and your quilt....Another absolutely exquisite scene filled with romance and tranquil images EA.

[Twota]

I really like this :D specially the last two stanzas. <3

[everyadventure]

You and your quilt....Another absolutely exquisite scene filled with romance and tranquil images EA. Yeah, that quilt's been around the block a time or two... ;)

[MystyrMystyry]

Particularly delicate every. Like the quilt, there's a sense it's all about to fall apart (could just be me), but almost too magical.

The Thoreau reader: imaginary?

Like the blueberry stain comparison with 'below the surface of sleep'

[ucello]

Absolutely grand. Delicate and rich. Intimate....

[yuka]

Beautiful and happy life。 I love your narrative tone and controling skill, that's a enjoyable reading.

[tailor STATELY]

Beautiful imagery, and huckleberries !

Enjoyed especially:
There's a place in the woods
where the air is cool and clear,
distilled by waterthrush song.
Sunlight sieves through aspen leaves,
stippling the water of Last Chance creek. and
When the light grows watery,

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[hillwalker]

Tranquility - I especially like the closing 3 lines.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

a tender purple,
the shade that shows
below the surface of sleep

What a quietly triumphant close to this magnificent elegy! The title and the reference to the name of the creek are a bit of a mystery to me as they apply to the overall meaning of the poem.

[everyadventure]

@MM: I'm so glad you used the word "delicate," that's the vibe I was going for. And they were HUCKLEberries, not BLUEberries... we take exception to that 'round here!

@Prince: There's actually a tiny town in Wyoming called Last Chance, about 45 minutes from me (right near Yellowstone).

[PrinceMyshkin]

@Prince: There's actually a tiny town in Wyoming called Last Chance, about 45 minutes from me (right near Yellowstone).

No doubt there is, as there is a town in Canada called Moose Jaw, but if someone used that as the title of a poem, I'd expect to find some reflection of that in the poem.

[everyadventure]

@Prince: Hee hee. Yes, I did name the creek with the intent of coloring the mood of the poem. I'm just saying I didn't pull it out of thin air; that's what it's named and it fits the impermanence of the fleeting afternoon I was trying to capture.

[Bar22do]

This poem enchanted me and soothed the soul... I will post it on the "best of the PP" forum (forgot the exact name of the thread but you'll find it there in a minute). It is exceedingly beautiful.

[everyadventure]

Thanks, Bar, I'm honored :)