The River©

The River©

Copyright 2015

By Felina Silver Robinson

The river is no longer still

Its ripples lye frozen to its floor

Waiting for the months of Spring

To bring upon the Winter’s thaw

Skaters flock to glide freely upon its surface

Since swimming and boating are safely tucked away

The trees stand bare and limp from the harshness of the cold

Until Old Man winter lies on its snow frosted layers

We daydream of the moment when we’ll see each tree bloom

No matter the season the view remains just right

We take it as we see it, faults and all

The vision is one of beauty and its such a wondrous thing

Soon it will all be in the past

So we are grateful for these moments when we can appreciate the view