Poem, Cold Comfort

Frozen River Poem

Stepping on river rocks and ice,

Shadows of trout race by.

Snowbanks rise steeply.

Memories unfreeze my youth,

As warm thoughts of then,

Come back to me.

Eyes closed and vivid sounds trickle,

Boots slipped between snow mounded stones,

Where I searched for calm between the banks.

Freezing air awakened a need to go home,

Though I wish I could stay here listening.

February kept a promise,

Between the lighted window of home,

And time alone on the stream.

 

© Rick Wyman

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