I am smooth, calm and cold inside
Look into my depths
And see your true reflection
My stony heart, hard and grey
Hides nothing
In the blackened crevices
Lurk evil creatures
Who’ll snap at your soft
Tender toes
My fingers snare and snatch
At the weeds and cattails
My icy breath
Runs through the tree tops
Swallowing their frail brown leaves
I can see you creeping
Through the eyes of fish
Frogs whisper our deepest secrets
And I speak my thoughts
Through the loons
Now I am sick
And my lost battles
Have left scars in my shiny coat;
A tire, a can, an oil slick in the sand.
Help me for I am dying.
Natella2020
Beautiful rendition of a river’s tale. Congratulations on this great work.
Asia Barsoski
thanks