Natures Balm 

By Lynette Zander

The river flows 

ever to the sea

its silent ripples 

like sequens dancing

beneath a noon day sun

 

Willows weep 

upon 

the glistening water

Magpies warbles

Seagul’s cry

 

Eucalypts stand 

like centuries

not a breath 

stirs them

All is still

 

A train 

squeeling brakes

splinter 

my silent mussing

fracture 

my thought 

 

Contentious 

a noisy minner

voices his disproval 

as he swoops

a magpie lark 

 

Still 

there is a quietness

here on the river bank

a calm

that seeps into my sole

restoring a oneness                        

with the land

with my spirit

 

Time slips away

and i do not care 

where 

it has gone

                                                  

                                                   

 

Lynn

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