The Rise: A Poem

Ringing of the morning alarm

Before the cockerel crows

Coffee wafting through the cabin

Arise.

Damp waders

Pack full of gear

Checked and rechecked

Supplies.

Light peaking over the trees

Illuminates the open road

Haze of fog on the hills

Sunrise.

First steps in the creek

Cold shivers all the way down

Waders clinging to your legs

Baptize.

One wrong step

Spooked out from the cover

Trout bolting downstream

Surprise.

Survey the air

Swallows dancing about

Scooping treats as they hatch

Mayflies.

One dries its wings

Glassy smooth surface

Broken by a ripple

The Rise.