Autumn Morning and the River


I want to think of the river as a clean place,
all that water washing clean the soiled earth
but mornings such as this, as I hike down to the park,
just above the fragrance of leafy must, that poignance
of autumnal ubiquity, the rot of fish
decomp accompanied by that gastric odor
of grain from elevators washed into currents
and mucking up the silted shore. barges passing
kick up more stench of silt and rot, but this morning
traffic is light, the air cold, the sky crisp azure,
and the eagles dance above the trees, eyes keenly
watching for fish near the surface, but the sun
still on the rise won’t warm the water enough
for another hour . . . not pristine, but right enough.

David M Pitchford
31 Oct 2011

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2 thoughts on “Autumn Morning and the River

  1. A real Autumn morning.The way you wrote this,
    “the rot of fish
    decomp accompanied by that gastric odor
    of grain from elevators ”
    makes that I can smell it, in fact, I now remember that smell. Very good athmospheric poem.

    Eagles! Do you have those over there?

    • yes. twice last week I got to see a mature bald eagle fishing over the river. the first time, he dropped the fish. the one friday had a fish so big he could hardly stay above the water with it. Amazing to watch. I didn’t actually see any this morning, but the memories played with my eyes while I gazed over the river.

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