Friday, May 13, 2011

Nearly November (for Captain Meriwether Lewis) by Judith C Evans

It's a day you'd have noted, Captain, in your journal
          two centuries ago.
It's nearly November, unseasonably warm for northern Arizona.
We went up into the mountains today,
My sisters and I.
The San Francisco Peaks are scarred with ski trails and cables,
But you'd have memorized them as you memorized
Idaho's pristine Bitterroots.
The frostbitten fragrances of dead leaves swept into
          the shimmering whisper of the aspens in the breeze.
Did you hear?
Brilliant mountain bluebirds and stellar jays played tag
          among the crowded white tree trunks and clean shadows.
I wanted to point out fine details for you to write: the glass-smooth
          wood, its bark torn back by magnificent antlers;
          fresh deer scat; the spruce tree stand; the snowy peaks,
          just out of reach.
The sun kissed my forehead and now it stings.
Did you see?
Were you just about to tell us these very things?
Rest a while and drink the day.
After all, it's nearly November.


© Judith C Evans 2006

[submitted to Poetry Pantry #53]

8 comments:

Cecilia Marie Pulliam said...

I love the imagery. Perfect. Great poem, great post.

Margie said...

Oh, this is wonderful!
I loved it, Judith.

Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Brilliant poem. Loved the lines

'Brilliant mountain bluebirds and stellar jays played tag
among the crowded white tree trunks and clean shadows.'

Classic NYer said...

Such wonderful imagery... and i love this line: "The sun kissed my forehead and now it stings"

Susannah said...

This is just glorious, I loved it! Such wonderful writing. :-)

Andy said...

Lovely imagery, Judith.
Sounds like a perfect day.

Thank you for sharing.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Judith,
A very beautiful account. I loved the image of the birds playing tag!

Best wishes, Eileen

Mary said...

Your well written words capture an event, create a mood. An enjoyable read!