The River Knows

The spirit of dark and
lonely waters calling me.

Into her flow, I follow
hollowed with the years.

Clutching at tree branches,
dropping across her visage.

But alas, it is too late, tonight
I have lost my grip on reality.

Tonight, the river shall devour
me, as slowly I slip into her
icy clutches.

Tonight, I am hers for all eternity,
breathing in her liquid allure-

as slowly, I slip into unconscious
slumber, fading out into the dawning
of a new day, that bleeds into being.

Observations

The dogwoods naked and unperturbed,
basking in the silence of slumber;
a skyline born again, rising from the throes
of slate grey.

Grassy knolls and footpaths coexisting,
until the loud rebirth of Spring time, breaks
their drab attire.

In the distance, the lazy haze grey factory is
looming; like ominous death birds hovering;
fading red brick at its base; smoke stacks

reaching, indifferent into the dreamscape
sky, hovering always, like an unpredictable

friend.

Memories of Floridian Nights

Spanish moss, strewn throughout
whispering branches of live oak and
pine.

The concerto is in full swing, down at
the boggy marshes, tonight.

Glow bugs are dying stars, counting
down the apocalypse; in frantic strobe
lit code.

Frogs croak with supreme confidence,
convinced that they are indeed one of
the famed Three Tenors; reincarnated.

Crickets rubbing their sleek wings in
chirping cadence, the shrillness could
awaken the dead.

An acorn drops out, from the nestled
safety of a towering oak tree; it splats
into the swamp below-

parting the dark green algae and lily pad
tainted waters in the night.

Parting my thoughts, scattered on the
warm Florida breeze, like memories
evaporating within the mist of time.

Wayne Russell is the author of the poetry book 2020’s “Where Angels Fear” via Guerilla Genius Press, available for purchase on Amazon; his second book “Splinter of the Moon” published by Silver Bow Publishing; has just been released and also can be found at Amazon in both Kindle and paperback edition.