Monday, January 23, 2012

The Brook in Winter


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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