The River Rushes Through Me

This is the second in a series of my Nature Poetry and Artwork . This one was written in the nineties sometime, and revised recently. I did the pencil drawing in the late eighties.

The River Rushes Through Me

A promise from the earth and sky
Conceived by lightning
Nurtured in the womb of the cloud
Born on a raindrop
The River rushes through me

Bending its destination
Carving the great mountains
Plunging into the shadowy depths
Racing, sparkling over the rocks
The River rushes through me


Giving life to all it passes
Along its ripulous sojourn
Creating harmony
With its own shrill and guttural tones
The River rushes through me

Mirroring the rolling hills
Reflecting the light of a new day
Nurturing a mosaic of life
Discovering the breadth of its span
The River rushes through me

Becoming Life to the observant watcher
Ever twisting, . . . turning
In quiet meander or violent torrent
Journeying onward to the sea
The River rushes through me