April 19 - Tea time

Prompt was to write a poem for Earth Day


Along the river bank

trees perch

by the toes of

their roots

sipping their

afternoon tea

beneath the

shimmering dome

of sky’s brightest blue

as the Buffalo flows

a dark green Caddy

headed for a meet-up

down at the White

in old Buffalo City

The absence of sound

weaving a spell

of silence that

elegantly drapes itself

along the bluffs

in a quiet so loud

that begs the question

of wakefulness or dream

until the stillness

is slit wide open

bleeding out the magic

to drown in the river

done in by a pod

of thermoplastic

killer whales

shredding the membrane

of this enchantment

as they paddle their way

uninvited into the

belly of this moment

their cacophonous chorus

louder than a

murder of crows

it’s only minutes

that feel like eons

‘til they round the bend

and in the gloaming

comes the wink of fireflies

flitting about

sparking the spell

back into place

as the ghosts of

the ancestors

gather round the fire

to tell the stories

of how it used to be