My river

From a short distance I viewed my river

her gentle trembling billows

in time to witness fading glitter on the rocks

beneath the branches of rustling willows

Watery surface taking a glow of setting sun

rocking leisurely small anchored boats

From afar someone’s cunning call,

seemed strange ….almost wild

cutting the motion of oncoming tide

And then …. I heard oars splash

the oarsmen muttering might ,

the river shook affright, on its way to meet

travelling moon in nearing twilight.

For the last time I glanced at the river

through falling autumn dusk ,

immersing my hands into wetness

In slowness I turned around following darkness

Undisturbed she can flow …. and wait

for treacherous moon to spread its glow

(C)Dinka Bednjacic,1965.