White flower of the forest

Sweet, white flowers
Fall from tall trees
at the edge of forest
Into shallow water

With the eye
You can dive deep into reflection

Bathed in water
The river washes away their sweet scent
But all is not lost
These flowers don’t forget so easily
For they now hold
The sky, branches and leaves
which now wobble, bend and twist
To the rhythm of the rivers edge

Australian art Marcus Goater

White magic