River

I rejoice to share the new words coming forth in the season of joy... poetry. This one explores river motif.

River

River runs
From the source
That's never dry.

Birds fly,
Flowers blown
Creeks bubble on.

Grounded
I must walk
Untraveled path.

Please, don't
Make me go
Alone Thru this.

Silly girl,
You're never
From my presence.

River flows
From fresh springs,
Balming past wounds.

by Lindy Abbott