to the river

open meadow land
bursts of color
yellow blue and red
to meet the sky above

billows of snow white clouds
drift above
they feel alive
fed by the warm sun
shining to us
close below

i walk to the alpine edge
in the distance
far away
like a green portal
leading home

past its invisible gates
i walk to its secret place

pollution noise
has not entered here

the plants are quiet
the birds and insects speak
in soft tones

i have entered
into a santuary
there are no prints
of human kind
but mine
erased

no broken branches
no bended bow of grass
no taint of scent
other than that of herb

no elixir exists
stronger than this
so able
to salve my soul

the waterfall has a soft voice
i am far below it’s height

along its river bank
upward slant
over rounded rocks and moss
i climb her steps
her voice emerges ever more

her force vibrates
wet forest turf
and hollow granite
under my tired feet

i am at her first footstool
here her voice is loudest
like thunder
plunging waters strike the rocks
deafens my hearing
cold sharp needles
of her roaring spray
strike my face

she cannot be subdued
melted snow
is her spirit
released

from pristine heights
she’s born

under her falls
i am baptized

Reviews

[Aurora]

Beautiful nature's imagery.

[RuseInex]

thank you Aurora!

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful description here. You gave me some superb imagery and sounds. I liked where you took me. Mother nature is so uplifting, especially when we are feeling down. Lovely work.

Chris

[RuseInex]

yes, i love nature, fills me with bliss, thank you for the compliments