In the stillness of the meadow
peaceful sounds of melted snow
crisp through the fresh spring grass
Winter letting go
From mountain pass an icy stream
against the earth is helpless
Yielding to its pull, carving
through ancient rock, relentless
Thundering through river gorge
to placid summer plains
Rising on the wings of fire
released as falling rain
Never having its own plan
it follows nature’s will
Not terrified of crashing waterfalls
nor bored of standing still
Drifting out to westward sea
where we both have been before
Struggling against the waves I tire
and let go of the oars
Smothered in a thick fall mist
as I release the till
Blind yet I know where I am
as we drift westward still
River Druid 