Wings Flying Sails

Yuba has wings stone constellations ripples that move toward language Starlings flying rock to rock keep their eyes on the river Against dawn half-hidden small clouds behind fir A King Heron resounds like bagpipes then fills the air with feathery sails Sun a morning bubble lifted by a breezy hand I lift a coffee to my lips a trout leaps for a moth ----------------------------------------- Ode to the North Yuba River ©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved "Wings Flying Sails" was first published in 'The Galway Review' Ireland