Columbia calls,
the Salmon are charging,
an ancient summoning,
rivers pulsing with anticipation,
rippled currents running backwards,
leaping and splashing,
a hallowed rage,
of renewal and release.
Every falling leaf,
a symphony of accompanying colors,
a crescendo of creation,
sprinkling the earth,
with Autumn’s last priestly promise.
Golden light…traces sacred pathways,
mother’s old veins,
splintering across forested flesh,
resurrection defiantly returns.
In tumultuous waters,
first people’s faces flush red,
Summer’s ending palate,
emerald green and mellowing orange,
race upwards.
A speckled sprinkling,
another christening,
of hope spawning,
in quiet
and deep streams,
life is born anew,
again, again and again.
(poem and painting by eric blauer, 10.17.17,)
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