Landing

The sky is deep turquoise
the river a cerulean mirror;
between, the islands present
a tapestry of rich reds and
golds, greens and ochres.

The silence as I cut the motor
is palpable; the warmth tangible.
I paddle the last moments to shore,
propellor up, stirring liquid
throated notes out of the river.

My arrival is sacramental
I feel a reverence in the silence:
around me glows excitement
in the leaves and the soft ripples;
Yet the stillness will fill my dreams.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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