aching ochre

Late afternoon
cold yellow November sun
glares hard down the river
raking the tips of wavelets
gilding the rich textured blues

From the hilltop
see the rush weed beds
sublimely vivid ochre
against golden blues here
dark slashes of wooded land there

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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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