Poet's Corner

Natal Streams

Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch

I had a scale in my stocking

and I know what that means.

The reds will be hopping

like papa bear dreams.

I saw a December rainbow

in a sky of jet blue,

it glowed through my window

with a salmon-like hue.

Appeared a silvery snowflake

and it swam up the wind.

My skiff's like an ice-cake

and it landed therein.

Then marched the moon in its fullness

across wintery drifts.

Quite sharp on the solstice

came a lunar eclipse.

Now I'll interpret this omen

that winked over heaven:

Get ready for salmon

in twenty-eleven.

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