Top: Seasons Bottom: Water Colors
We must take a break every now and again,
Stop swaying through a blurry world,
And find clarity in our reflection...
A sullen lake for what is relying?
One steady rock, a perch providing.
An island afloat, the world presiding...
Reaching out to where the water meets the sky,
The blue horizon that sways steadily at the ends of the Earth,
Dissappearing before you both can meet...
At the end of the aisle she waits,
Letting the sun adorn her pedals while all the grapevines watch,
Waiting to walk up and show him how beautiful she can be...
The dock sits patiently through the water's rush,
Time's tides lift him up and set him down,
As he remains a steady force through the waves...
The rising and falling of the whitewater's tides,
Grown in the shadow of greater turbulence,
Of water kept in eternal gravity...
Fall colors hide behind morning fog,
Before the sun reaches out to reveal Autumn warmth,
Across the Potomac...
The elegance of first light on the water,
Seen reflected in the eyes of the hills,
Who's grace meets the dawn first each morning...
A stony bridge can overlook the evidence,
Of summer heat and winter chill,
As the last of the stream trickles away...
Only to return the year over,
Hidden rocks exposed from months past,
Later to be drowned by the melt of the newfallen snow...
Deities of Summertime
As life begins to cloud like an oil painting,
We reflect on simple sand and surf,
Deities of Summertime...
Evening's twig flows along the river,
Cascading down the water dappled slope,
Sent in care of a gentle dam...
Stacked triangles rust horizontally,
Caught in the grasp of green and darkening time,
A traveller's bodygaurd...