Feather's Miscellany: Stepping Stone, Yukon
John Waddington-Feather's poem celebrates the beauty of Nature's order.
Where the Pelly joins the Yukon
there's beauty rivers all distil
if left in peace.
The gold-trail, long since left by man,
is walked now by a solitary bear,
hunching his way to watch the river,
read the salmon-runs
where moose browse knee-deep in the reeds.
Across the sky
sand-birds scoop mosquitoes,
flecking the air in jabs of light
to skim the river clean.
Life holds its balance here exact -
it wears its soul outside.
