Remember for me the river,
Flowing wide and cold, from beyond Sugar Island,
Still and smooth, breathing sweetness
Into still air, moving under its surface
With all the power of creation.
Remember for me the scent of sweet-grass
In Ojibway baskets,
Of meadow turf, alive with insects.
Remember for me
Who will not be able to remember.
Remember the river.J.Lewis
Spring floods have started and children are being warned not to go near rivers and streams…they are an enticing prospect though…the sun shining through the trees whose reflections in the sky, create a whole new landscape, delightfully upside down…
The river the poet talks about is the one between Canada and the U.S., painted many times by the Group of Seven…
Mine of course is any body of water in spring, but it’s also about remembering the important things in life
To emphasize the texture of spring waters, I used sedimentary Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…