Word Painting of the Columbia at Night
by Tim Reed
Night scatters day’s ashes
From east to west
the Heron flattens her wings
greyblue on whispering water
lullaby of Rail and River
harmonize with night rhymes
emeralds, rubies, and amber
escape on vitreous ripples
we gaze above as winged Hermes
usurps Polaris’ throne
as my roots turn upward
the Heron launches towards Dawn
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