The wind whistles
As gusts make
a flower bed
Of white caps
from the east side
Of the Hudson
To the palisades
On its western shore
Meditation by the River
Poems, Prose and Photographs
Poems, Prose and Photographs
The wind whistles
As gusts make
a flower bed
Of white caps
from the east side
Of the Hudson
To the palisades
On its western shore
Writer and Photographer, practices "almost yoga", and meditation. Curious and still learning. View more posts
Daniel Rutberg