Upstream,,,,,
under sleepy nodding grasses
in secred dark, damp places
frogs hide to contemplate the nature of things.
Across the swirling eddies
sun snatches ripples,
sparks greenish water
into white light prisims.
Between the light, between the dark
midtone shadows pieouette,
meander about each other
gurgling, surging, swirling, sighing,
alamand left, alamand right.
Chiaroscuro melodies in ejected birdsong
lasily fade into whispers
around the olive cedars.
Thalo gravity pulls breeze cooled river waters
past cobalt dragon flight
to adventurous frivolity
.....downstream.