3/7/17




now the rain stops
in mid-afternoon
now the moon can’t
be seen but
i know she is singing
in the small burrow
she makes
in the bank of the river
now i walk through
the window
and across
the wet sky
to where dream faces
are drifting    
without sound
above the dark river
and through
the sycamore trees



2 comments:

  1. Like a walk along the river: restorative!

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  2. Raven,

    Yes! That walk we took restored and then wanted to be spoken about.

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