Poem and photo gallery: “In #PagosaSprings teaching at #Water 101 and 102, Southwestern Water Information Program” – Greg Hobbs

I think about Greg often. He was a friend of Coyote Gulch and I miss his friendship.

Autumn Anglers
I’m the freshet beneath your bridge
Source and mouth and passage
Fisher above, beyond, beside you
Your guide, your path, your canopy.
I’m the hands on your cliff faces
The spring in your diversions
The catch, the feast, the planting
Transfusion for your sorrows.
I’m the wing-loft to your feathers
The talons of your grip
Reflection of your ripples
Quiver of your gifts.
I am the soar, the roar, the seep
The fiddle, the song, the strings
The lift of traveling companions
The land, the waters, the peoples.
— Greg Hobbs

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