The Kokosing

Gently gliding down a flowing river

The wind blowing through surrounding trees

Bringing the applause of leaves

Fingers in the cool water world

Leaning over the canoe

Nothing to do

Save feel the breeze, chilling and crisp

Romance on the morning’s rays

Weaving spells betwixt and between the pair

Dream-light misting the air

Wood-ducks oblivious to the changing hues of life

A handsome suitor with wooden oars

Gazing intently at flushed cheeks—

Willing captive that week;

Sitting quietly in the panorama of nature’s parlor...