Stream Poem
The stream is flowing
It flows,
And with it, Life moves
The water is rippling, the animals are awakening,
Giving homes to those living in the land
Spirits emerging through the ground, the rocks, the trees
The fish, birds, and the four-leggeds ones
Are growing, dancing, hiding
Everything brims with Life
The stream is frozen
They fold their paws and wings and fins
As they yawn and return to places
Hidden
Right ahead a lone wolf makes its way across the frozen mirror
Jumping across the looking glass of ice
is a small toad darting back into its hole, a dark flash against the still
The serenity is shattered by a baby fox darting across the frost
Silence is held but the earth is waiting, watching
Dashing across the arctic stream, the shadow of a bobcat races to get back to its cubs
Quick quick quick
Until all is undisturbed again
The stream is alive
Through the water and the dirt
Into the night and throughout the day
The stream gives a home to all of Life
As seasons pass, and Life grows
I am still here
To watch it all
Photo by Oleksandra Bardash on Unsplash
Joanne Ford • Mar 18, 2022 at 8:46 AM
What a lovely poem!