river
I thought I heard the river speak
Whispering secrets about time
Old soul flowing
through glittering, watery eyes
you see
Moon, stars and eagles overhead
you hear
ghost stories
laughter
cardinal call
you feel
tears
skinny dip
rock skip
your belly sliding along
the cold valley floor
sunlight
and the rough, golden bluffs that surround you
as you pass
on your journey to the sea
you are
a metaphor for life
for moving on
a vehicle for
birch canoes
barges
tugboats
fish
a message desperately scrawled
in a glass vessel
now opaque
frosty
from
years of traveling over
sand
water
and rocks
you notice all of this
and
calmly continue to flow.
~Melissa Placzek- 2011
you are an amazing writer and poet.
aw! Thanks. You’re sweet.
Just lovely. Thank you.
thanks Georgia 🙂