Cash Only (No Checks, Debit Or Credit)

I was born upon thy bank, river, my blood flows in thy stream, and thou meanderest forever, at the bottom of my dream. - Thoreau

drawn like a wistful magnet

I spy untold wealth at its bank

a secret depository in which ii'm the only one with an account

on an obsequious, mid-vernal day

tossing handfuls of confettied, flowered snow

a lenient spring breeze blows spent, hued dogwood petals into the shiftless river down below

the waterway gurgles mellifluously at its new-found, deposited wealth

coveting it all, if not in reticence

then in brilliant, masterful, diligent stealth

Author's Note

"The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It was not always dry land where we dwell." - Thoreau

Reviews

[mou]

What should I praise first,.. the enchanting words that make me feel the 'gurgle' of stream or the profound wisdom behind the scene!
- mou

[Pete]

such kind thoughts shared. nature is full of miracles if we'll just take the time to look. thanks so much.