Friday, September 5, 2008

Oh no, more poetry

after the river floods
mud covers everything

flotsam 'round the flooded trees
is left as wreaths
head-height, a benediction
to these three things

those that stand
and by standing
may be destroyed

those that float
and by rising
may be lost


those that are river mud
which covers everything


Sarah said...

I do like poetry... :)

fiona glass said...

Nice poem. And very appropriate for our current weather - I'd almost think you were living here!!