Season’s Greetings
By Mary R.
Davidsaver
Christmas
cards lay on the table.
Fewer this
year.
They arrived
unbidden.
My
half-hearted quest for cards
Found all
choices wanting.
I came away
empty handed.
So many
voids in my mailing list:
Dear
friends, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles.
My brother’s
sudden passing.
I expected
no notice of my lapse.
I'm proven wrong.
One name draws my attention.
It didn’t
register. Who’s this Helen?
Inside, a
view from a high vantage point
Overlooking
a scenic river
Dressed in
seasonal greens and gold.
Only one
answer to the question.
Only one
couple climbed river bluffs.
Their
purpose: take pictures, write poetry,
Honor the
Driftless miracle
Of the river
in our own backyard.
Too often
overlooked and bypassed in haste.
I find my
copy of BLUFFING by Dick Stahl,
Eminent
emissary of the Mississippi River.
Read it with
fresh eyes,
Rediscover
its spirit,
Find inspiration
…
For a New Year
of opportunities.
This poem was originally
published on this blog in Dec. 2021 and
updated for this post.
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