the river

The warm summer breeze

begins to drift over the water.

Sitting on the point

overlooking the river.

One last boat is going home

after a hot, carefree day.

The distant hum of the engine

reaches my ears,

Blending in with the rush of water against the rocks,

Summer's own mesmerizing soundtrack.

I dip my foot in,feeling the chill embrace

My bare foot,with it's many tan lines

from my favorite worn out flops.

On the small shoal

in the distance I can see

the silhouette of the blue heron,
Black against the setting sun's rainbow.

Pink, orange, purple and red

fill the spaces in between

Each tiny island

as the sun slowly

Descends,and darkness

Is out to play.