Walk with us? Kaslo River walk....

Climbing The Chagrin River by Mary Oliver.


We enter the green river,
heron harbor,
mud-basin lined


with snagheaps, where turtles
sun themselves--we push
through the falling
silky weight

bounding down
through the black flanks
of wet rocks--we wade

striped warm and cold
under hemlock
and white pine--climb

stone steps into
the timeless castles
of emerald eddies,

swirls, channels
cold as ice tumbling
out of a white flow--

sheer sheets
flying off rocks,
frivolous and lustrous,

skirting the secret pools--
cradles
full of the yellow hair
of last year's leaves

where grizzled fish
hang halfway down,
like tarnished swords,
while around them

fingerlings sparkle
and descend,
nails of light
in the loose
racing waters.