Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #365 #Full circle

I can sense again the restless river

with tumbling torrents rushing over

gorges carved through granite boulders

we silver salmon leaping, falling

our ancestral urges calling, calling

and I recognise the beds of shingle

where with the hens I meet and mingle

briefly there we all do pause

and consummation our sole cause

now my race is run, new life begun