A River Place

Creeping past the morning light Silver hue of a watery bright Expelling a dance of the seven kings Sense the watchful birds on a silent wing We are driven from our chambers come and listen We hear your stories with movement now glistening Carry me whole from tip to toe Your cold crisp touch will constantly flow A place I visit to quietly unwind A calming balance with the bouquet of red wine Come the slipping splendor on a downward path Caressing the landscape with a glorious bath A servant of nature is a poet’s quest Containing the glimpses he chooses to digest The river place so beautifully derived Full of purpose a treasure of wilderness shining with pride