Because the shad
are swimming
in our waters now,

breaching the skin
of the river with their
tarnished silvery fins,

heading upstream
straight for our tables
where already

knives and forks gleam
in anticipation, these trees
in the woods break

into flower--small, white
flags surrendering
to the season.

by Linda Pastan

Comments (4)

that is drawing an image I will never forget
Wonderful picture of the manifestations of nature presented in the form of an equally wonderful poem rich in rhythm and rhyme. Thanks for sharing it here.
Heading upstream! ! Nice work.
What a Picture! You paint with words in such a lovely way. Never stop writing. Thank you.