Winter Poem

Winter poem with notes from January 2007

The photo is more recent of the same river farther up the valley where another stream enters

first thoughts: reflecting on how, in the freshness of your absence, walking where we so often walk, I looked at the river and thought of our lives ..... how they move on like the river

the poem ; The River Flows on

The river flows on

I walk its boundary

Boots crunch on the trail

Made firm by frequent users

Though I meeet no other soul

And am blessed by the sun

The river flows on

Dispite its frozen edges

Rocks in its midst frosted with snow

Long crystals sparkling

Snow sculptures perch on pilons

Air chilled and silent

The river flows on

Where often we've walked

Now alone , watching the ice floes

Rushing and shining, silver in the sun

Life flows on as the river

Hearts stretch to touch across miles

The river flows on

Two streams either side of a sandbar

Each solo, then merging

Ever onward, one current

As threads in a tapestry

All part of the whole

Radha