January 3, 2009

  • Winter River Lock Out

    The River has its fill of snow.  She is filled to the brim

    Like us, after a bawdy New Years Eve

     

    Our feeders stand empty – the birds sleep late even!

    And how our pulse slows in this early Winter day.  Even

    the touch of our loved ones may not make us smile and glow.

    Inside and through out our windows the  River still rolls, sill

    coldly rolls.

Post a Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *