I Walk Down to the River

I walk down to the river where the stars

dangle and swing like lamps the night-watchman

has hung by wires in the deep rafters of Night’s hall,

pouring oily streaks of gold paint into the roiling waters.

 

I walk down to the river while the Great Blue Heron sleeps.

Standing still at the very brink of the stirring current, he bows his head

like a weary guardian turned to stone by the Goddess of Twilight

that he may rest his lonesome heart until the sun comes again.

 

I walk down to the river as an evening choir calls

the river breathes and hushes, rushes and chants

the wind strums the reeds and beats upon the maple,

making music so often ignored, mistaken for silence.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

now all you have to do is correct the spelling mistakes...That was wonderful