were the banks
overflowing
with green velvet lace –
and stones
whiter polished
by the river’s erase
in the rushing of thunder
as songs to the trees
were blossoms
just starting
their love to release

never more
to be noticed
let the waters yet rise
and ashes be scattered
beyond winter skies
lest this name
be forgotten
as a bittersweet time
when I left to the rapids
my fate to refine

from cool
crystal glaciers
my yesterday flowed
through the valley
of mountains
my ankles – my toes
til the blue
almost broke me
with icey remorse
when a drop of forever
took this spirit
off course

rushing long
into something
more than will to pretend
was the sea
I was waiting –
my life to begin
as ways without reason
passion churns with the tide
lest I drift thru
december –
this chill to abide
…