Of Rivers that Rush Through the Trees

 I don't think my kids heard 'the river rushing through the trees' but I did...still it was a good, corny 'last day' before we help Melissa move tomorrow.

On some days we sip slow and deep

From rivers that run through the air

Sensing this thing we cannot keep

Rushes too fast from here to there

And on those days a reverent awe

Battles with greed of holding on

Because not long ago we saw

How swift a year is here and gone

But even in the clinging fast

We know tis foolish to resist

This filament that weaves the past

In tear and laughter mingled-mist

And so we sip with senses keened

To rivers rushing through the trees

Of moments where we live, love, learn

Before they turn to memories

© Janet Martin