Saturday, July 25, 2015

morning muscadine

LOADED THE PIROGUE into the truck early this morning and drove it to the landing at the park. Paddled down to the forks, the sun still peeking through the treeline. Plucked wild muscadine for breakfast and waited for daylight to come streaming through the vine leaves.
     Floated through moss, around hanging roots, and under curving oak trees. Heard frogs croak. Heard heron wings. Saw a little yellow bird, barely bigger than my thumb, hopping, hopping, hopping.