Ruth L. Rivers


The Water, The Wind, and The Birch


I know that rock and the gentle rushing
Little brook playing noisily
Caressing these sore and aching feet
Once upon a time it was so close to me

I know that calm and silent whisper
Little pool resting from days banter
Haven of thoughts and patient listener
Once upon a time I was much closer

I know that firm and steady rhythm
Strong winds taking my worries all in
Hurrying into spaces of moments given
Once upon a time I was near heaven

I know that shine and loud to silent shush
Little birch shivering at the airs brush
Giving light to the step and hold for the touch
Once upon a time it was you I loved


By Ruth L. Rivers
April 24,2008

Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2009
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