Morning, The River.
Morning, The River.
Awaken!
Tendrils of mist, silent ghostly worshipers, rise across
the river.
Ghost’s departing their watery graves.
Softly, softly, feathered singers serenade.
Subtle, sensual, this dance with the mists.
Sun sneaks above the horizon, a timid child approaching the
new day.
Wind gently caresses the willows, sweeping down the river
path.
Pillows trek across the sky, to and fro, merchants of the
blue.
Warmth, slithers across the landscape, embracing all.
Old friends reunited, gentle murmurs raise across the land.
Old friends reunited, gentle murmurs raise across the land.
Awake now, this river of life.
Locky J
Comments
Post a Comment