A River Called Uquina

Posted: 29th November 2010 by admin in Uncategorized

Nights blessed mantle lies heavy on dawns strings
ruptures of light bleed through the palette creating ribbons
taut ribbons like angelic trails lifted from fairy tales
deep water curls between trees like damp smoke
rising in slow motion as morning begins its dance
leaves lifted to movement by unheard melodies
flowers open to witness the sun
the delicate roaming breeze picks its path and departs

we wander into the gold morning
following the tame spills of the river
out beyond the forests and valleys
far out onto the stretches of sand
where the mighty waves crash
on the shores of our abandon.

  1. Anonymous says:

    Fantastic!!!