Another river poem. Don't seem to be able to help myself.

AS WINTER BREAKS INTO SPRING

There will come a time when
I will not return to this river
and engage in the role of supplicant,
as familiarity can breed the less
than ordinary - this could be a
carlessness on my part as I am
pulled in one direction or another
in answer to the vagaries of the heart
as winter bursts into spring.

Look again, see and feel
the booted heel that denies
a start to healing thought
contained within those daily
meditations that do not sink
creation in the shallows of life.


bw
James

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