The River, My Heart

A landmark in my life, the river follows
ages, and eras: seasons measured by her flow

She acknowledges changes, bears the winter
regally, swells with confidence as Spring rains

Will walk beside me in sunnier times, and
hold my secrets as Autumn catches us in her flames

She holds my heart, my faith, always knows
and at the end of the day, oh how she glows.

(Originally posted on One Woman’s Quest II, March 2019. Image my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

32 thoughts on “The River, My Heart”

  8. I enjoyed how you took us through all the seasons with this analogy. I also loved how you used “Spring rains” as a noun-verb instead of the usual adjective-noun use. I paused and smiled.

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  10. In the mountains for the past half-century, but I grew up beside a river & you’ve captured it perfectly VJ. Thanks. I esp love seasonal approach.

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