Monthly Archives: October 2005

The River

The light on the river
is perfect today,
the trees play with their shadows
and in the sunlight
ripples dance.

Thistledown blows
across my path,
released on a late summer breeze
and nestled by the wayside
the last of the blackberries gleam.

The water rushes gently by
whilst I –
(silent spectator , unwilling to disturb
humbled by the harmony, thankful to observe)
– I pass by unneeded
and somewhere a bird in
wordless agreement sings.

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