Mirror
by Judi Armbruster
A River mirror
twilight pastel painting shines
Like liquid silver.
primal waters flow
sculptures of roots and boulders
poised for the next flood.
squawking gull noise
clouds like feathers in the sky
I watch from beyond
Bathed in frigid mist
Distant mountains call me home
From the sea I wake.
do I want the sun
a warm rock awaits me here
ah what a good life
volume 10(6)
This poem is copyright © 2006,
Judi Armbruster, all rights reserved.
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