NaPoWriMo April Month of Poetry Apr 23


True symbol of Metamorphis
Twice a day the shorelines I kiss
With the rain I rush down to the sea
Like a shimmering mirror I  reflect what you see

Where  I run sculptures cut deep in the  land
Trying to capture me I slip through your hand
Watch me come and  go with each tide 
Secrets revealed briefly but then I  hide

Life nurtured from sky’s gift as I fall
Whether in waves or brooks hear my call
In return for life water must return to sky 
For without me all would whither and die

All rights reserved  © Scott Sedman Copywrite 2013




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