The River
The river bed at rest, ignorant of
Irrelevant origins … testifies from
It’s steadfast floor to the beauty of the flow
Steadfast in the peace of mutual function.
It conveys to busy sea fishes
Who chance to venture past
Its mouth
I’m your friend but I will cut you
For the journey is long and I am steadfast
North to south.
Now warm on cool breezes tumble like lovers;
Canopied, my shimmered coat is kissed
Thrush and woodlark, grouse and ferret dip
And spin and natty blankets- still green,
Sprawling , stay vibrant in morning mist.
Drinking deep - these roots alive
From the waters of God
The oak, the willow, pine and maple
Just now – the eagle and the bear
The warmth of flesh is why they’re here.
But Winter’s course has lost its way
Things must flow when all is said
The ebbs of life to come and now-
Spring greetings from the river!
The river's shoots sway with the song
"Sing Summer breeze, keep me fed."
Still with this invitation … know the river,
(Running free and winding long)
- will not get out of bed.
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