I.
sun warmth falls
gold lace upon the water
crystal silence upon the trees, and my shoulders.
water flows on in quiet arcs
following wind waves past my feet
to blue shadow coves
where birds call.
water mirror shattered with light,
expanding to surround
this turtle's rock
i sit myself upon.
blue dragonflies wrap themselves together,
fly past my eye,
past orange butterfly touching down upon a moment of hair,
leaving orange yellow dust falling
into pool of sun warmth on my shoulder.
blue shadow cove birds continue a never forgotten song;
and all that once was lost is returned.
II.
red berry branches suspend
in the winds
above rock cliff walls of our cove,
where willow leaves fall
thru blue violet flower fragrance
to form ebbing moon circles
upon green water skies below.
reflections of black birds are seen,
come to let sun drip lazy from their wings;
singing songs before the leaves fall faster
and winter shadows come.
i never saw red dragonflies before:
messengers of the river gods;
and now three and four appear,
and I am told no one was ever alone or lonely here. | 
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