A buzz from a bee;
the warmth of an early autumn day.
Lapping water;
the boat moves to the river’s tempo.
Sloped vineyards;
watching the way they line the mountain.
Wishing for frost;
a longing for iced wine, cheese, and you.
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A buzz from a bee;
the warmth of an early autumn day.
Lapping water;
the boat moves to the river’s tempo.
Sloped vineyards;
watching the way they line the mountain.
Wishing for frost;
a longing for iced wine, cheese, and you.
Watching the water
Cool crystal clear water flows
towards downriver
Cupping your hands around them
Watching the Tadpoles dancing
Sunlight dancing on the river
What mattered once has gone
Your face comes to me often
No tears for the loss of love
With you on a delightful journey
Alone, the struggle is exhausting
Sliding calmly into the river
Whatever mattered, I don’t care
A Vision
A terrible heat
the desert covers our land
longing for raindrops
A vision of the sea comes
the feeling of a river
A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.
Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.
I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.

You run to the creek,
watching the gushing river
from torrential rain.
She sits by the water.
The river moves by as fish take a peek now and then.
“Do they know my broken heart?” she wonders as nature’s carpet touches her feet.
A clumsy fish wiggles toward her then retreats.
A teardrop falls into the river.
The fish swims away.