Wishful Thinking

I sit with my feet touching the water fascinated by a playful otter near the river's edge, amid evergreens, rolling along the sapphire surface sheens. Swimming up and down propelling itself enlightening up on a bare rock shelf. Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy capricious. Once again and it's good-bye. A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell blooms bright and lovely, I linger a spell. Pink and white dance across, and hint of breeze Plethora of weeds, brown moss grasps the trees. I dream of pixies, and fairies behind wild spray of tall dandelions, I'd find. 9/17/2023