Rivers roil,
ravage river banks.
Nature rushes
to be ready
for Spring's Opening Curtain.
In every rill and rivulet,
every branch and brook,
waters dance and leap;
Over rocks
Over water
as a can-can dancer
swishing petticoats
The woodlands tune up
with the tones of
red-brown,
and purple-gray
in tender branch and bramble.
But, where is the conductor?
Delia Nash
Delia, Beautiful! I love your pictures, and the poem is wonderful! Have a happy day!
ReplyDeleteSherry