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The Rivers of Summer
by Rusty C Arquette
The Myakka river
slowly twists and rambles
through saw edged palmettos,
long needle pines, and sable palms
past wide eyed bony scrub cattle
chewing their cuds; tails swatting flies
drifting past stately bearded oaks
hung in clumps of Spanish moss
all gathered together in stoic silence
like groups of twisted old men
A lone, long shiny Black snake,
its dark forked tongue darting
sampling the still summer air,
tiny glass-like eyes unblinking,
searching out its next warm meal
almost unseen to the casual observer
he comes slipping through the tall weeds
down upon the sandy riverbank
weaving through the cat tails, hyacinth,
disappearing into dried brown reeds
An undulation of tepid river water,
the color of strong freshly steeped tea,
swirls in eddies round fallen trees,
ripples around old cypress stumps,
making a serpentine lazy passage
past humid sweltering swamp,
shady hammock, and at its end,
somewhere in the distance,
dissolving into the tropical waters
of the blue watered Gulf of Mexico
An Otter family plays
a rough and rolling game of tag,
a mother and her three young pups
racing the riverbank, tail to tail
chasing each other in and out
of the rivers friendly embrace
the jester kings of their domain
absorbed in momentary diversions
beneath the long blue June sky
gone as quickly as they appeared
Limp, moss covered, and gray,
the old rope swing hangs unmoving
tied to the highest branch
of a tall scrawny oak
perched high on the eroded bank
it defies gravity
much as the dozen teens
did on hot summer afternoons
swinging wildly over the river
in carefree youthful abandon
Dragonfly sits balanced
on a long green Yucca spine
he has the Scrub Jays rapt attention
Turkey vultures glide high overhead
spiraling on a sky full of thermals
as big Crows move tree to tree
cawing their familiar calls
Cicadas buzz with the change
in temperature as a big fluffy cloud
rises up to block a blazing sun
The storm moves in quickly
as is the case on summer afternoons
Its dark mass rolling in from the east
chasing the birds ahead of it
whipping the long strands of moss
into a chaotic dance among the branches
lightning tracks flash in the distance
thunder follows, growling a warning
and the old river grows darker
to match natures changing mood
The rain starts and at once, intensifies,
hurling down drops the size of grapes
pounding the leafy green canopy above
disrupting the calm of the rivers dark surface
striking the steep dry sandy banks
craters pock the water-starved earth
and puffs of dust erupt from the impacts
the humid tropical air is rapidly replaced
by a cold wetness that awakens the landscape
alive and dripping from the watery renewal
The events remain wonderfully the same
acorns rise up from the leaf-strewn ground
finding their way into the sunlight overhead
growing into the moss bedecked grandfathers
that provides cover for the life on the ground
surrounding flora and fauna, without complaint,
reenact the relentless process of life and rebirth
even the quiet river goes though abrupt change
in times of flood joyously finding new directions
its only time that seems to permanently slip away
The old brown Myakka
slowly twists and rambles
through saw edged palmettos,
native slash pine, and sable palm
past lazing alligator and curious raccoon
past wild pigs rooting, horned owls hooting
drifting past stately bearded oaks
draped in strands of Spanish moss
all gathered together in stoic silence
like the old man standing silent on the shore
06/20/2000 Author's Note: More summer reflections of nature from a time past, a time moving forward onward...
Posted on 07/08/2006
Copyright © 2024 Rusty C Arquette
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