A good book of poems and a quiet yet brief moment with River was my inspiration for today. Some of you know I love to write poetry, although I am no Emily Dickinson. I have rarely shared my poems with others so please, be kind.

RIVER AT THE LAKE

She smells of earthworms
caught, lured out of their safety
by sweet, damp Spring.

She leans against my side
for warmth, gently.
A comforting, stalwart presence.

Here we could stay
forever, but for life —
and the loons
and fish that leap, oh!

So with a startling harrumph
she leaves me,
because the lake is alive
with possibility.