Rushing over waterfalls.
Thundering into forest mirrors
Rippling around fallen logs
Lapping by branches
Tiny rivulets tracing storms
Carving canyons , leaving arroyos
Frozen dewdrops paint my windows
Waves rush in and tickle my toes
Swirling, gentle, misty, fearsome
Water is the essence of life.
















boomiebol said,
June 30, 2012 @ 11:13 pm
Trying to comment on some of your posts but my comments aren’t getting posted.