I put my feet into the clear silver river


I put my feet

Into the clear silver river

Running through the wood

At DeBurgh’s

It was ice cold

And stung me

Causing the pain of the unaccustomed

As the sting softened

A healing glow of freshness

Eased me with contentment

I looked into the stream

And watched little stones and weeds

Romancing the bed

I sat there

As an hour

Wrapped itself into a minute

And then a smiling face on a little stone

Winked at me

And said goodbye