down by the creek
stones and rocks,
boulders the size of trucks
create a field of white and grey
sprinkled with rust, turquoise and salmon.
it is quiet here, only the sound of water
rushing in an ever downward flow.
an occasional reminder of human life –
shoes left behind,
a plastic bag, a can thrown with disregard.
as the sun descends, the scene is dusted
with a quiet amber calm.
and we disappear, into the Silent night.