Fast Flowing River

The sun-sparkle of water over rocks,

Crystalline,

The driving flow of the fast moving river,

White froth and the marbling

Of muddy brown.

Broken trees, at odd angles, sticking out,

Of river banks,

Or on mossy top;

Bleak arms raised,

Or captured, in wild gesture, or agony.

Here and there,

Observed in their own seeming stillness,

Grazing cows in green fields adjoining,

Or a single, skittish doe,

Taking quick drafts of icy water,

Darting eyes scanning for danger.

Fast moving river,

Inexorable,

Sourced from high mountain snow,

Always flowing-

Time is measured out in equinox,

And the Moon’s millennial scars.