The stream
rills through
a gully
polishing stones
then tumbles
into the dell.

You feel
a spell, binding
water, rock and air
an aura.
lighter than
the sunken weight
of time.

For a moment
your life
is a charisma
bounding after
a fizzing sylph.

A burden
slips its leash
while the beck
twirls a leaf
in an eddy
of silvery songs

that you had
forgotten

once to sing.














(C) Eric Ashford July 08