Stream of Observation
It may have been rhyme led me to express;©06/15/2016 Carol Welch
I've vowed to let the language stand alone,
to let the leafy ,green glade tell its tale,
allow the verdant valley breathe its charm.
Meander river with its tributaries;
disclose, as you pull me along your tales,
bright flash of fish, the predator or prey,
leap as the mayfly its brief life fulfills .
Watch watery reflections mirror leaves,
the open spaces shifting, blue, the sky.
As imagination leads the progress,
how changed the moving image we observe.
A jolt as floating twig encounters rock,
then yields its pathway to accept detour,
then swirls swiftly in a surging eddy,
its destiny as random as these words.