The river sang in rhymes of effortless movement of peaked crème waves
Spilling out upon each other and rising in delight as they rushed to the shore
Silver fish, darted unseen in waters murky and deep
The moon shrouded by endless cloud movement shone golden in a haze
And kookaburras, Kings of the bushy sea, flew in singing in unison to such splendour.
whilst lily and I gazed, strangers to this realm, treading upon sacred soil,
for change was upon us as Samhain draws near – heralding the New Year.
