Whispers of winter
Drift over pearl dunes and dry cheeks.
Under sun dogs and over black bears.
Rushing into the windows of a smoking traveler.
Screams and whistles and moans.
Subzero scowls and hot coffee night owls.
Protest- then drift away
To the cheeks of farmers, cursing the winds of this January day.
Tell me, river rock, what do you know?
Wisdom erode, timeless flow.
The affection of God’s eye embraces you.
Spectacular shades of love.
The glistening, rapid streams of your heaven above
reflect shades of reds, violets, oranges, and blues.
The fish swallow and spit you out as bone.
The children laugh and skip you over ripple and rave.
You sink to the bottom.
You sink with your legion, an army in a lave,
but yet you are completely alone.