Log Cabin Chronicles

River Waters

ROSA CLEMENT

My old canoe awaits on waters where
God chose the hues of black and caramel
and twilight colors shade the forest's air
as if to hide the waters' mystic spell.
Perhaps God likes to watch the gull or shell
on shores where sun and salty waters meet,
but here He grows the trees for birds' retreat,
protecting waters fresh and crystalline.
He paints the stars upon this water sheet
and lets its stream like silver on my skin.

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