Winter’s River – A Poem

Snow caps on waves,
wrap me in a frozen wreath
like young Moses-
As I flow down Winter’s river,
The cold sends ripples
almost like dimples but in a frown,
As I slow // down at the
banks of December,
Like a frozen blanket statement-
bumping into January’s wrath,
Splashes of frost
dancing about the rocks
in a tapestry of hope and sorrow,
Pale snow flowers are falling-
I can hear Winter’s river
calling the stones
to turn over and over,
I can hear Winter’s river,
calling me home.

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