Lady Thompson

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Today the rainbow ran across the mountain
Magpie flew above, in the aftermath of a storm
Curious, only curious

And I went down to the river …
To try outrun my thoughts
Futile as that may be

Oh look!
Vibrant shades of blue, green against an azure sky
Tucked in amongst a fading summer scene
My senses define a passage over to an autumn time
But no, I refuse to have that old unbearable haunting
    to taint this artist’s rendering

An old crow cackles at me, to remind me of the bench
    where in watch, the waters of the Thompson
    lazily ripple by

Days lengths shorten now, in remaining weeks of August
And soon the green will age to burgundy, amber, shades of red
How many seasons this old river has seen
How many hearts have walked its banks?
    one could never know
Only this weary lady river herself
A treasured, genuine lady indeed.

©2004 CG Mair