MOTHER NATURE

My core sings out for freedom

And the river responds
With harmonies so deep, so moving
I cannot speak
I cannot match its timeless rhythm sounds
Currents carry me along
The gray water rushing
Past lovely island outcrops
Filled with trebling birds
And sandy bass spits

I am not afraid
Of the wildness in the river
I see only the longing
The wanting
Not their defensive thorns
Heady beach roses, I see
Paired with oniony aromas
Only the steamy fragrance, I smell
Chives by the tidal waters
And honeysuckle
So open, so proud
Transportive in its directness
No games

And the shore lights up
With the future
Raspberries
Clouded with tiny whites
Mirroring the sky
Biding their time till June and July
When the sweet fruit
Explodes in the passion of an aging season
A chorded symphony
Answering to no one but themselves
And the noisy squawking mallards
And the humming bees
The lapping waters
The speckled rounded river rocks

My frame flows with the river
Emptying its essence into the sea

On its waters
I am finally independent
Silent, content
There is no holding back
With a river such as this
Its refrain so free
Its melody fulfilling
Like no other
Coursing, compelling, driven
Intense
No way to fence it
Its green shore grass
Welcoming
Blossoming purple for all to see
Giving the gift of happy resonance
Of tuneful vibrance
Of playful abandon
My wild river chives