The river this ashen-skied autumn afternoon
slowly flows in an equipoise of rain and wind,
where the water bends & quickens a laughing loon
regales amid flat rocks & eddies, searching in
the shallows, scooping minnows in purple brume.
The roseate glinting splinters of sun exscind
the tenuous drizzle's stirring diorama,
with you, everything seems tranquil, in perfect tune
while gazing upon the thrushes' flitting drama:
insouciant their swift aerial manoeuvres,
a precision accuracy of aviation
that the narrow margin of dissonance suspends;
graceful aerostatic beauty as they hover.
Breathtaking distant rainbow's variegation
high above the black spruce forest fringe its wings bend.
Sapphire-omened strolling two sighing lovers.
Thanksgiving Day
GWG
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