Dawn on the Valley River

Dawn on the Valley River 

The river runs through that mountain valley, 
on a meandering path from its source high in the mountains. 

In the mountains, 
the sun comes out from behind the rocky prison of the mountain peaks, 
the gold of its rays, 
the fields along its banks, 
combined to welcome all who visit there. 

The rays of the sun, 
filter the prism of color into shades, 
that match the hues of wildflowers, 
that carpet the valley floor, 
like picture perfect paintings,
each a moment of the season of high summer, 
as if the creator left his calling card along the river.

The river, 
like the sun, 
will remain, 
rising time and time again, 
the river from the mountain rains, 
the sun from rocky mountain peaks. 

T.S. Deary 
February 2023