Beside Polela River Poem by Adrian Flett

Gnarled trunks over many years
draw strength from river's pool.
Tender tread underfoot
on fallen leaf and branch.
Bees in the flowers above,
old man's beard, fanned by cool
air rising, hangs over
strong gentle flow of river.

We beside its meander
on the cusp of a curve,
inexorably on it goes
from high mountains
in its seaward flow.

We part of its journey
listen, as the murmur
of water's insistence,
its prerogative to drive
ever on, persistent.
Water washed pebbles,
in soft sound of rapid's course,
flash in sun's rays,
reveal in gentle form
gravity's relentless force.

04/03/2019