and still the river

A perfect northwest rain forest kind of day ……hills surrounding our town shrouded in fog, mist rising from the river, ducks afloat on cool and placid waters, seedlings fallen from shade trees dot the sidewalks, traffic sounds muffled, flowers washed clean of dust and heat splendorous color against damp soil. After the hottest, driest June on record, July 1 is a blessing and a promise:    
                                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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