the water leaps past forgotten stones
disappearing down below flowing
back to the heart of rock bubbling out
again in clear chattering springs on
and on forever until the world
blinks out into darkness and we are
left by the river’s edge wondering
at the gurgling songs of birds in trees
at the covering green of thin reeds
at a blue sky that opens to life
and an opaque death a dark dull knife

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom) 

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom) 

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom) 

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom) 

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom) 

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom) 

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom)