May is when the Fish Bite
May is when the fish bite
I feel amphibian, with my neoprene waders
the sway of the line
popping silk wire flies on the river.
The trout know,
they play my game
running the yellow leader only to spit
and splash sunspots.
May is when the fish bite
I feel amphibian, with my neoprene waders
the sway of the line
popping silk wire flies on the river.
The trout know,
they play my game
running the yellow leader only to spit
and splash sunspots.
Comments
i just love the way your words sing. more please?
i really appreciate the imagery here. I also love to fly fish and…well i just really love this poem, especially “and splash sun spots”.
nice work, sets the scene beautifully and explains why my Dad loves to stand in the lake.