The Yuba river
Shadows stretch languidly
fluid rivulets groove into granite.
Time passes with no words.
Echoes reverberate against box canyon walls.
Foam spray on mossy stones.
Driftwood collects in swirling eddies.
Dappled stars twinkle and dance on waters surface.
Scent of pine duff wafts.
Calm pools teem with life as
water skeeters flit and skip about.
Breathy breezes and puffy clouds.
Cans of cheap beer chill at rivers edge.
Eyes closed but calming ripples
fill my mind.
Falling deeply into summers trance.
Price is Truth 
Fantastic – Love the alliteration and images,, especially “fluid rivulets groove into granite.” (That’s even fun to say!) Keep it up…you’re nailing it!
Many thanks! The Yuba brings fond memories to me for sure.