Thursday Poetry

The River

By Billie Daddario

The sun’s reflection sparkles

It seems to bubble and laugh.

It’s wide here, but narrows as it bends gracefully

Red, brown and green with a frosting of white bubble foam.

Framed on both sides by leafy green trees and lush grass

In the trees birds that chirp over the bubbling torrent

Soon the river will slow to a trickle, and the birds will be silent

Soon the green will be bare.

Soon snow and ice will cover the ground

Now the sun’s reflection sparkles

It seems to bubble and laugh

The river bubbles and laughs

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