Free Fall

Sleeping water gently sways, heaven’s ceiling hugs low the banks.  

A ray of sun spots light a loon, while tender reeds also move.   

Scented air around me swirls, honeysuckle and pine cones, nectar of the woods.  

My silent paddle disturbs fine glass, rippling dreams without a splash  

 a falling cloud blurs out the shore and on leaning elbows, I long for more.   

Tendrils of mist  awake from rest and meet the clouds by the water’s edge.   

My soul free falls amongst the calm and I rejoice in soul surfing  for another hour.   

Author's Note

I had to borrow Jacob's kayak for this one

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

simply sublime ... L2 do you mean "loon" ? tranquil serenity says i .. strong afterglow having read this .. love it! perfect place for me to sign off the Cafe' for the day .. Cherrie Palmer...this is such a keeper says i!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I do mean loon :) thank you.

[Einstein Noodle]

;) i love this poem ..its one of the best meditative serene poems i have read here ... so glad i did not miss it!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you :) I blended a couple of view's into one.

[DAH]

A lovely creative list of how majestic nature is.
Being a wilderness lover, I relate to your observations, to the magical imagery
that you have conjured with words.

Good job, Cherrie!

Namaste,
DAH

[Cherrie Palmer]

I agree this does have that 'I am a tree,' feel to it.
Which I like, and thank you for enjoying ir with me.

[DAH]

My pleasure, always ...