Stream Bank
/Stream Bank
I wish I could,
Return the fish,
To the stream,
Without drenching,
The hem of my garment.
The pear blossoms,
Drift gently down,
Falling about my face,
Down the back of my robe.
Spring wind,
Lifts my hair,
Combing it wildly,
A lovers touch.
I yearn to dip,
My toes in the water,
Wriggle down in the sand,
Looking for crawfish.
I hear the grasses grow,
And the petals of the daisies,
Bursting open,
Engorged with life.
My heart lies heavy,
Deep winter still in my belly,
Thunder clouds teeming,
Snowfall internal frostbite.
Looking west,
My face thaws,
My limbs soften.
I shrug off winter,
Refute its claim on me.
I can be of spring,
One day summer will warm me.
I shall live a lifetime,
Before winter freezes again.
