At the end of May,
moon-breath clouds linger
as sparrows and robins awaken the sun.
Soon the furnace door will open
and the air will steam,
but now, light and shadow play tag,
and the little deer join the game.
A blue jay referees from a high tree branch
where tattered decorations for the war dead cling
like ghosts
on the river, and time tumbles in the waves
while the surface sparkles with memories.
I wrote this early this morning and shared it with @TopTweetTuesday. I can’t seem to get away from River Ghosts!
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
This is beautiful. And hey, the River Ghosts don’t want you to forget them!
Thank you, and I guess you’re right. I don’t think I could! 😀
So why fight it? 😉
😊
good ❤️
How so beautiful and sweet to read. A good send-off for May, Merril. Stunning to think of a new dawn emerging from a tough and ghostly situation.
Thank you very much, Lamittan! 💙
Oh indeed, how beautiful and delightful to read !
Thank you so much, Rene! 💙
You’re so welcome 💙
I love “time tumbles in the waves.”
Thank you very much, Liz.
You’re welcome, Merril.
Beautiful, Merril! I’m enjoying the book, too 😊
Thank you! 😊
Wow! Your River Ghosts are meant to be.
I looked on Kobo for River Ghosts. It’s not there. However, there are more than a few books by Merril D. Smith. Is that you?
(I’ve been boycotting Amazon for 6 ears now)
Thank you for checking, Resa. Yes, that’s me! I’ve written and edited lots of books. The others are all nonfiction. River Ghosts is my first book of poetry. If you’re interested, you can order PDF right from the publisher: https://nightingaleandsparrow.com/river-ghosts-by-merril-d-smith/
Thank you! I’ve got the PDF now! I’m reading a book right now, then two in queue.
I’m a turtle reader. When I read poetry, I read 1 poem a day with my morning coffee. It’s like having a thought for the day!
Thank you such much for getting the PDF! 💙 I hope you enjoy it. 😊
The surface sparkles with memories…that is so evocative of so many things. But it especially fits your photo. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe. The sparkles seem alive sometimes, don’t they?
They do, very much.
I like that image of the furnace door opening.
Thank you, Claudia. We know how it gets around here in the summer!
Yes, we do!
So much beautiful imagery in such a short poem
Thank you for your kind words, Derrick.