21 September – River tree

Low light polishes the river to mirror shine,
projecting flying ripples on to the overhang
to dance along its branches like water flames
licking the wood with dappling burn,
until it becomes a web of suspended tributaries
rather than a solid, rooted, growing mass.
I stop to enter the illusion,
embrace still set elevated to cinematic motion
as light pulls its playful tricks
and quasi-consumes the river tree
with liquid luminescence.