A misty river in a mossy vale
A catchment full to the brim of moonlit water
Lichen covered boulder worn smooth by time and water
Knee deep in the dragonfly grasses
Barren beach on a cold lake
Ribbed dry bones of the earth
a place of water ages past but alas, it flows no more
Stacatto cliffs like shattered bones and broken teeth
Twisted shoals mired in milky mist
Tags: April, beach, cold lake, dragonfly, free verse, National Poetry Month, poem, poetry

May 13, 2008 at 3:48 am |
good one