The River

The River - A short poem inspired by this dramatic landscape. Allow your eye to scan the photograph from top to bottom as you read each stanza of the poem; from the sky, to the mountains, down to the river.

The clouds dip low in the misty hollow,

Seeding the Earth with a vaporous hue.

Thickets of pines drink from billowing vines,

Puffs of soft rainy dew.

Shadows of trees climb up the steep incline,

Hiding the sky from my traveler’s eye.

Lush wise mountains from the river rise,

Where the birds of prey fly.

The river shines like an open cask of wine,

Flowing fast through the twisting valley floor.

Gliding along a vast highway of song,

To where the waterfalls roar.