Monday, August 20, 2012

Towards the End of Summer, 2012





There is no measure
To the essence of water
As it skates
Across the rocks
Slides down the small cliffs
Negotiates and carves
Paths.

That my name means waterfall
Might have a bearing
On my continual attraction
To the continuous medium
Continually.













copyright 2012 Lyn Horton

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