Rivers bend and here a quiet harbor
motion stills at rivers edge
where forest hints its presence
on surface wet and dry
this year sand has come to stay
but last was swept away
in spring's torrential torment
seasoned this bed
a difference every year
where waters find their way
from clouds that burst and snows that melt
from a confluence of a thousand rills
that spill and fill this rivers name
Stephen Stavast |