Rising Trout by Anthony Naples
Well, I started this month long, Poem-a-Day thing today (the 3rd of September, 2010). For the sake of neatness, I decided to get three poems out today, so that I was on-track. So, here is the third installment of the Daily Fly Fishing Poem. For the rest of the month it will be just one a day.
Poem #3: The Meaning of Mayflies
From glints and bits of foam,
unlikely pale angels ascend
to emerge scattered and briefly incandescent.
Leaning upstream, shrugging off cold water
a fish tips up, dimples the water,
and whispers the meaning of mayflies.
