“Another Day”

Melting ice beats to a sacred rhythm, as the Sun’s warmth awakens the land from a cold night’s slumber. The nocturnal ones give way to the day shift, as sounds from the Northern forest commence their daily numbers. A cool mystical fog lays thick on the receding snow, from the lack of a stiff wind to guide it through the old growth, that has yet to be found by the logger. The Maple has gathered it’s sweet flow of liquid life to re-energize for another season, as the hawk on it’s limb spots the first morning meal, creeping out from last year’s leaf. And another day of life starts here on Earth.

-C. H. Eldridge

“The River”

Oh river that flows
the twist the turn
calling me out
I crave I yearn

Polishing stone
as you travel this land
I’ve seen the results
from my collection in hand

Your power’s unmatched
as gravity draws
collecting your sources
one of Nature’s true laws

Eventually your trail
will come to an end
from the water you’ve collected
to the sea you will send

– C. H. Eldridge

“Hudson River near Buttermilk” Lake Luzerne, Northern New York