It is flowing again
The brook swallowed
By July’s thirsty seeds
Is tumbling; its refrain
Laughing between fallow
And wind-stricken reeds
It rushes once more
Eddying, curving
Through wood-lot and field
From summer’s spent shore
Toward winter’s unnerving
And spring’s verdant yield
Welcome retreat
Flowing to nowhere
From sources unknown
Its melody sweet
Drifts across winter’s air
Un-applauded, alone
Janet~
I stopped yesterday...just for a little bit, to listen to its song.
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!