RIVIÈRE

Nestled in mellow sun bathed valleys fringed by towering snow capped peaks

Trickles a diamond crusted stream of ambrosial water

Weaving hesitantly through paths jagged, Softly she hums her cheerful choral, gliding down craggy slopes rugged

The dawn gives her a pearl and shell pink sheen

She bubbles merrily, rippling like a jewelled necklace amid a splatter of wands emerald green

Bouncing downhill over soft mahogany banks and smooth tourmaline pebbles

Through lush grassy pastures and meadows she wanders

Warbling in tandem to the chirpy bird songs and woodland critters scampering

She gushes out into the open from shaded groves and glens enchanting

High noon blazes her silver as she soaks in the sunshine crystalline

A new gown is given to her as she dazzles in the speckled diamantine

Racing ahead in all her cerulean finery

She swells with pride as she drinks in the gloaming sky

Swirling and swaying, gaining speed with her currents

She marches forth bravely as downpours flood her with cascading torrents

Under a starlit violet empyrean, moon bathed river cruises through towns and hamlets

Listening to scattered dreams and haunting tales in bits, pieces and snippets

Fragmenting and splitting, her limbs going separate ways

Some merging into the vast blue-black ocean, a part of them into lagoons, coves and bays.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Image by Alan Frijns from Pixabay

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