Your foaming funnels, swirls and eddies
in rage and laughter river wild and steady
Your roaring rapids, falls, cascading water
from a trickle born to strength of slaughter.
Your voice is velvet, depth and thunder,
a mother kind yet wild — you giver
tempting, soothing, maiming, it’s a wonder
to rest, to fall asleep beside, you river.
Today Jilly hosts at dVerse with the theme wild at dVerse.
I love wilderness, but when I check my pictures I find only rushing water… wild for me.