The Rivers Edge Poem by greg paul

(The Rivers Edge)

Cascading in torrents, the waters edge is that of ice
Smooth with the consistancy, smells are of spice
Hurdling through canyons, majestic moons beam
As it trickles in culverts, the picture is serene

Descending past rocks, cultivating compression
It illuminates a scene, powerful with aggression
Slithering in valleys, a captivating condition
It leaves a mere mind, with anticipating conviction

The rivers edge so tranquil, despite its predecessor
Confident waters rage, and acts as an aggressor
Streaming smoothly, until rains fill the appendage
It covers all ground, till its filled with percentage

Quietly covers miles, it offers a silent image
Through forest and sand, surpassing a villiage
Offering peace to oneself, somwhat of a pledge

On the sideline of ones perception, the rivers edge
© Gregory Paul 12/23/2019