The Warmth of the sun
On my back as I follow
The course of the river
The river is now narrowing
As it makes its way
Between a grove of Birch
Their trunks a splash of white
In the Boreal forest
Ahead of me a bend appears
An abandoned Beaver house
Comes into view before me
Now home to an Otter family
An Otter sitting on a log
Cleansing its glistening fur
Hissing as I approach
Passing quietly around the Otters
I continue travelling the river’s edge
It is now mid morning
The shadows are lessening
Before me a sandbar protrudes into the river
Golden in the sunlight
As I approach the sandbar
Tracks are spotted in the sand
Made by a lone wolf
On its nightly foraging
This is a continuation of my journey along a typical Northern Ontario River.I have spent many years travelling such rivers.Whether fishing or photographing.It is always a great adventure to enjoy.The poem River’s Edge is an accumulation of all my experiences on these trips. Everything that I write whether wildlife or scene I have seen it.
That is it for this week so happy trails
Ken Bennison's Photography 
The photograph brings back fond memories of Colorado rivers from my childhood. The poem reminds me of canoeing with my son when he was growing up, especially the wolf track in sand–a sign we saw in Minnesota when we lived there. Thank you.
Beautiful photo, Ken. I want to be there! I love the poem…beautiful!