The River, My Heart

She holds my heart, this river following
the ages, seasons measured by her flow

Acknowledging change, she bears Winter
regally, swells with confidence as Spring rains

Will walk beside me in sunnier times, and
stay loyal as Autumn charms us with her flames.

My heart, my faith, always knows,
that at the end of day, the river glows.

(Image my own. The River, My Heart first appeared here April ’20. Edited for this edition.)

Posted by

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

16 thoughts on “The River, My Heart

Your thoughts matter...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.