With The River
I gaze out my window when night is full
As you silently drift by
And on you dance the silver streaks
You've gathered from the sky.
Melting snow swells your banks in springtime
Grinding pieces of ice struggle by
Debris aside - to be ready
For activities in June and July.
Boisterous rafters and music abound
On your banks smoky bonfires burn
Young ducks are trying to strengthen their wings
To migrate when spring returns.
I think we are part of a mind boggling design
Where the tiniest speck has its chore,
Like the leaf you carry to who knows where
Will nourish a seedling once more.
Fall is a time to relax old friend
Just flow on endlessly.
Oh, I feel one with this river
And the river is part of me.