All day from the canyon
the wind birds hover
the dance of pines,
the free water.
The long grass that flows,
green seaweed of the river.
September’s early leaves
paper, gold upon the water,
wild yellow petals.
The river’s edge
with bright blinking flowers, fully petaled
they are looking out upon the water
all day the blue, green, yellow of the water
all day until the red, gold of the evening sun.