Thursday, November 10, 2011

Rivers




The river of spring as it surges and dashes
Runs silver-gray with lily-pink sashes

The river of summer is placid and calm
Green at the edges; cool blue in its palm

But the rivers of autumn are the tears we have shed
For the gone and forgotten; its waters run red

Janet Martin

2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!