Tuesday, December 15, 2020

walking the river


On either side,

punctured

shores

urge colder, colder.

Warmer water

refuses,

slipping

under the quick quake

submergence

of 

crusts,

shouts

past

frozen

ledges,

unbroken.

Black and bottle green

boil pale,

resist

linear impulses,

stagger through 

swag wash or

shrub carr.

Converging

channels

reach forward, 

hover shelf ice,

disappear.

Below

thick 

river 

snow

a roar,

unquieted,

defiant.