How cold this river runs How cruel this river runs All light is caught in a freeze Here, the water has no peace All is numbed by an endless rain I swear the moon has a crease Her voice is just below the ravine I try to silence the refrain Her song echoes above the trees I see her in the river’s current I think I can catch her Bring her back up If only to the coldest of sunshine My fingers slide upon her skin But she slips through my grasp So, I look downstream To catch a glimpse of her I drink from the hidden lake Clear, cold, and clean I dance upon winter’s snow On the edge of everything The leaves have fallen low No telling what they’ve seen Soon the river will meet the sea Where all lies will finally cease
This is beautiful, haunting and eerie. I enjoyed it.
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’tis a bit haunting and eerie. Thanks.
Beautiful. And I love your photos.
Thank you moon sister!
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Beautifully written.
Thanks so much!
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Fabulous as ever Ahzio. Poetic and beautiful. Three Lynx – what a wonderful name.
Thanks Marie-Gaye! Yeah, I think the name is neat. Interesting tiny town in the middle of the forest.
Sounds wonderful, must look it up.
Perfect shots😍and the vividness of the lines is great. Beautiful piece
Much appreciated! Thanks!
Hauntingly beautiful! To me, all aspects of nature have a spirit.
Thanks so much Gary and I agree.
Y’all sure can write up a storm.
Cad2ence r2eminds me of e.e. cummings
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Early on I was influence by Ferlinghetti, but have loved a lot of e.e. as well. Thanks so much.
telling what they’ve seen
Soon the river will meet the sea
Where all lies will finally cease
Yes. Thank you.
Love it
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