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River Walk
By Cheryl Moore
As its tides ebb and flow
following the moon’s journey
across the sky—egrets, herons, sand pipers
wade in the shallows on muddy banks
mallards, coots, grebes
paddle in the river flow,
a night heron rousts
on a birch tree branch.
In the distance fog slowly evaporates
revealing the huge hump of Sonoma Mt
its golden slopes
patterned with dark green trees.
To and from my river walk I meet and greet
dog walkers at Wickersham Park
I pause to watch a dog sprinting
after a ball his human has thrown
he leaps in the air—a spirit of joy.
The park’s stately trees seem to smile
to see such active exuberance.
Cheryl Moore grew up in the mid-west, went to college in San Francisco, then lived in foreign lands before returning to settle in Sonoma County.
She enjoys her garden where deer nibble on roses, raccoons dine on fallen figs, and the bird feeders are busy.
A nearby river offers opportunities to observe waterfowl.
Seeing and writing about these miracles of nature are adventures in living.
Cheryl enjoys writing about nature: September Light
