R I V E R

RIVER ———————————- My trail comes to face a wide river With no bridges to be seen under these evergreens — Outdoing one another in height. No rustling leaves underfoot: The pines let fall their needles For years and years, so I walk over a padded bed of silence Laid thick upon the earth, softly, light browns beside The sparkling…gurgling…never-to-end Swooshing bustle-rush of the river’s Blue flowing full with divine signs, gifts, I am meant To mark this spot, stop where I stand Of a glance endowed with inspiration From nature’s lit beauty I will paint fast in memory. ———————————————————————————————- (c) sally ypung Eslinger 12/21/2 Thanks be to God