Picturesque
I smell the lushness; I smell green,
and what I see around me is a scene
where I’d expect to hear seclusion’s hush.
Instead, I hear the sound of water’s rush.
Sweet water’s rush, like nature’s symphony
is endlessly cascading lusciously!
So fresh I want to taste it on my tongue -
this endless stream of dewy diamonds flung
to rocks below, creating a white mist.
How many eons have these rocks been kissed
by virgin droplets of this waterfall?
I breathe serenity, soothed by it all.
Sept. 14, 2019 for Eve Roper's Picturesque Poetry Contest
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