By the River

I sat by the river for a spell today with thoughts as new as yesterday. Spent some time in a book 'til coarse granite sand called me to look at suns' reflection on a well-ground bit of yellow glass i thought should fit so neatly, on a window sill to remind of trials that ground me well removing guiles - it was a spell come over me. I've left it there to find again or for perhaps an unmet friend with greater need of comforts there where grass meets sand and the river's care can bathe them too. There's enough to share.