And then . . . there’s evening

when the sinews

of the working river

begin to glow . . .

soothing the muscles

of the gritty row women—

out of the shadows settling into

cottonwood groves,

bowstring on  bowstring,

from some cavern recess high above—

the sauce of a cradled violin

licks fire . . . into every pore

of every creature

canyon rim to canyon rim

By Gregory Hobbs, Yampa River Trip

And then... There's Evening

Gregory Hobbs has been doing river trips with Holiday since 2006. He has gone on six river trips with us. Apart from his poem And then… There’s Evening, Gregory Hobbs has written some other poems for Holiday. To read more of his poems, head over to the Blessing of the Rings blog post.

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