When the tide is low
the center of the meandering river
reveals small islands of lush green grass.
How this grass took root,
in such a tenuous spot,
is a wonder.
The water constantly moving
buffets the sturdy tufts.
But,
when the sky clouds and the rain descends,
the gentle islands of grass
submerge.
Rushing liquid pours over the grass,
causing a slight disturbance
in the river’s flow.
Had I not seen the majestic stalks waving
in the low tide,
I would not hold
the delicious secret I have now.
Hidden below the shimmering surface
lies an oasis,
a verdant respite
from the world’s turmoil.
If only the brave reeds can withstand
the urgent march of changing times.
A Reading Life 
Yes a lovely poem about the heart of a river and its many secrets! I especially like a ‘verdant respite’.
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Well said and I love the photo! I love the idea of what is beneath the river – the secrets it holds.
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I’ve found you nature themed poems so soothing! The natural world holds fast to its laws, cycles and interdependency despite what manmade interferences we’ve throw at it. Your poetry both lyrical and humbling.
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I so enjoy reading your poems each day. My favorite line in this one is “buffets the sturdy tufts”- I just love the way it sounds.
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Ooo I really feel love how you explore the beauty and make us feel special that we are in on the secret too. I loved this line, “a verdant respite from the world’s turmoil.”
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