Drawn To The River

The River isn’t broad, but narrow, crooked. There is water now, cascading droplet’s gushing, pure and sweet. Sun gleams off the surface like stars in the sky on a black velvety night. The surrounding bush land tells stories of what has past as light enters slowly, shimmering through trees, bouncing off bold rocks. This is the River I remember. 

Allyn River, Barrington, NSW.
Claire Letitia Reynolds ©