Soon ...

The little river flows by in silence

Like the cold has taken the words

Its waters seem held by a spell

Pools and runs feel dark and lifeless

Heavy Snows blanket all along its banks

But I know the spell will soon be broken

In its waters, lifeforms stir beneath the rocks

Patiently waiting for longer days

For springtime warmth

Where living things will once again take wing

In cycles and rhythms as old as time itself

Where this quiet pool will again be marked

By the spreading rings of rising fish

When its currents will again sing a light song

Where waters will tumble brightly over smooth stones

Where soon the days will find me wading its currents

And patiently casting a fly

With the same hopes and heart

That brought me here a first time

So very very long ago ...