Thursday, 17 February 2011

~ Waters of Silver ~

Waters of silver,
a shrine to sprinkle
ancient air.
Tree, bare, naked.
Stones breath in.
Silent water
rising green and sharp
and grieving,
comes broken
in red and white.
The stone of shore,
a gentle, soft yellow.
The river,
purple, light,
springing journeys
with the day.
5th September, 2010

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