Posted by: Irene Fridsma | June 28, 2010

Ask Me

sometimes when the Ohio River
runs cold ask me how

it turns the drops
of river to vapor ask me why

Mist Rising

the snaking river hides
as it sheds
it’s foggy skin ask me why

photographers and artists are transfixed
by the light burning holes in the mist ask me why

the lacy moisture catches rainbow fragments and
makes them dance under the rising sun
like ballerinas on the stage ask me why

full sun takes away
the mystery ask me why

I get up before dawn and
wait for this miracle

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Responses

  1. So cool!!

  2. Love this poem – and recall it’s beginnings from our lovely workshop with Linda in GR last weekend.

    Your blog is a haven and I will visit often.


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