On your second month abiding in my
Body, I wonder what you will think of
Your mother, a multi-mooded woman
Who walks in evening woods and thinks of you,
And gives you a view from the arching bridge
Over the Hudson River: two tree rows
Surrounding its green, straight-skirted water,
Further on, a curve to calm still, summer
Night, while liquid tracks from teal mallards trail
The flocks home. The willow grins, the bullfrog
Bellows, and everywhere, energy reigns.
It seems the forest damns the end of day
In cries of feathers; I hug that cry of sleepless night birds.
Katherine M. Gotthardt, 1997
Originally Published in Yankee Magazine