You didn’t get to see the river this Saturday
morning at 11; I was the only one there.
You missed the reflection of the blue sky
in the rushing waters and you didn’t hear how the water would have sighed with
delight, had you slipped into her sparkling caress.
You would have liked the dragonflies –
green, and blue; though the names are inadequate in describing the translucent.
Harlequin and Azure.
You would I think, have struggled against
the current as it hurried through the channels, but you would have laughed.
We could have drifted together in the deep
pools; I wonder what you would have thought about the white cliffs reaching
into the morning sky.
You didn’t get to see the river this
Saturday morning at 11; I was the only one there.
3 comments:
River of Harlequin and Azure.
Frock of Gerberas and Organza.
Dreamy.
Mx
blub blub
, cant compete with all these wonderful words and poetry
xx
blub blub?
Actually i think that's very articulate.
Blub blub you.
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