cycles
goodness
fruition
continuous
flowing
and still the river
river bank encrusted in ice
a few short months ago
now soft
covered in moss and tender shoots of grass
tiny fish move in quiet pools
wisps of cotton catch in grass
beneath sacred trees
the lower limbs, forgetting frigid storms
that left them brittle and dark with longing,
bend gracefully
caress the surface of tranquil flowing
with eager new leaves
and still the river rises
ebbs and flows
peace and plenty
abide in the land
- © 1 july 2016 pab -
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