Feathers, scales and ripples
glance across the cool meniscus
under rafts and rafters
scored by cloud
on an idyllic sky.
A flame tree sapling
spreads its crimson traceries
that give no shade;
poincianas haven't shed
their winter pods,
but flaunt red buds,
trailing ferny fingertips
towards the water's eau de Nil.
Cicadas thrum their dithyramb
to summer passing and to come.
River in November
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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