The light shimmers off a river at dusk,
in the sky the clouds are shades of rust,
there is a orange and purple covering,
in this scene that I am discovering.
As I gaze across this tranquil scene,
in the flow are boulders containing citrine.
The stones are unyielding to the river's flow,
with a limb in the estuary across the bow.
Standing in the distant,
the spruce's do grace,
cutting through the evenings twilight,
in this wonderful place.
While tranquility is present for now, I do peer ahead,
there are rapids of white water that all do dread.
Peacefully canoeing down this wonderful rivulet,
one must be vigilant in sailing the coming gauntlet.