Winter's Antidote
"The fisherman in his boat, far out beyond the headland,
Listens, and leisurely rows ashore..."
Listens, and leisurely rows ashore..."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Bells of Lynn
I have shoveled enough snow. I have chopped enough wood. Spring breakup is still a long way off, but I want to be ready. Building this raft has thawed my brain. Planning the first float trip has warmed my imagination with fish migrations, river maps, flow charts, put ins, take outs, and portages.
Rapids will be shot.
Fish will be caught.
Forget the shoreline.
When the waters start to move again, I will be upon them.
I have shoveled enough snow. I have chopped enough wood. Spring breakup is still a long way off, but I want to be ready. Building this raft has thawed my brain. Planning the first float trip has warmed my imagination with fish migrations, river maps, flow charts, put ins, take outs, and portages.
Rapids will be shot.
Fish will be caught.
Forget the shoreline.
When the waters start to move again, I will be upon them.
posted by The Mad Fishicist | 4:00 PM
7 Comments:
And what a great deal that thing was. Congratulations TMF!
What a cool float. You really mean business (as if I didn't know that already)
raft of solitude
loving her yet yearning to leave
that's my misery
love the haiku, opax. fly fishing needs more poets.
I agree, that was a great haiku.
Thank you.
Btw. Looks like winter has found its way here. -4f and snow... This is normal January weather here in middle Finland.
Now I get it--looks like a great float. Why is this mom such a worry wart? Boats, water, bears, waterfalls, danger.
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