River Woman Poem by JACK CHIRNSIDE

River Woman



Your eyes, your mother's eyes. They melt me
Summer sun on spent snow, dropp by drop
From tussock stream to roaring river rapids
To peaceful rest in deep emerald pools.
Drowsy afternoons, drifting slowly to the sea
I reach the mouth at the closing of your eyes
The evening glow of the mothering moon
Finds me asleep in a quiet bay.

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