Sunday, 23 June 2013

Water Flowing



Islands of moss,
In a sea of leaves -
All returning to the earth.


This way and that
The river flows
Running by its internal logic,
Rain in the mountains
Gathering in the seas.


Across the western sky,
Wedges of swans
Arriving from the north,
The surface of the pond catches all.


Silvered marbling
On the estuary’s flanks at low tide,
Alive in low angled light.
Dragon spirit running in from sea.


The sky’s full belly
Rubs along the earth
Leaving a slick wet trace
Coating the sodden leaves.



Pages flutter open
Empty of content.
The pen is silent now
Only the wind turns.