NaPoWriMo Dragon

You see mud,
washed down the hillside,
melting snow
swirling, whirling,
over and around
roots and rocks
rushing to the river.

I see dragon,
peeking up, peering out,
winking away my fear
as I wonder its story
when suddenly,
a swoosh of its wings
sets the cold creek careening,
swirling, whirling
over and around
roots and rocks,
dragon and brook
rushing to the river.

Sheri Edwards
NaPoWriMo 2018

Photo and Poetry by Sheri
For #napowrimo  #npm18   #clmooc

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