Nanjemoy Creek
Too soon, summer’s gone,
June’s list yet undone.
July’s long light waning
in August’s early autumn shadow.
Dragonflies linger
where young eagles rise.
Marsh reeds once lush
now fading brown
in golden slants of setting sun.
Hatchlings long gone
leave empty nests
for hunters again feeding alone.
Eagles watch…
Warily…
Waiting…
Wanting…
To reclaim the river
from human disruption.
Osprey’s cry and heron’s caw
no longer warn intruding paddlers;
while marsh tides carry the low insistent hum
of grasshoppers feasting
on fading remains
of green glory’s ruins.
Too soon, summer’s gone.
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I wonder what effect that the gulf oil spill will have upon the hunting season this year. We have already had a decline in the real estate industry because of the economy and the oil spill. Just maybe the cold will help the oil solidify on the gulfs floor.