Effie Yeaw

At sunset the riparian meadow cast
long shadows across river licked stones
lying half buried beneath subtle memories.

A quiet little pond crowned with thorns
stands below an oak, its brambles
reaching toward eternity.

Two cottontails scamper from beneath
their blackberry den, disappearing
into the tall grasses of April.

The Maidu spirit gathering acorn,
flickers across grinding stones
hidden in riparian shadows.

Thousands of swallowtail butterflies
dance across the sunlit meadow
in search of the redbud tree,

(ignoring the blue bush lupine,
fluttering but for a moment
at the golden poppy)

Haunted by imprinted hues
of time.

2001 Jim Cain