I Appreciate My River

in the spring my river has an unusually active flow tearing down her channel as if she is racing herself I stand in the verdant grass with bare toes, watching marveling at what delights might be hidden in her depths it is now summer, the river has slowed to a standstill a large catfish makes a super splash after jumping out of her I love watching his fierce looking face, he is adorable thank you for being here for me I tell my river Oaks and maples turn red, orange and red It is fall and there are a multitude of leaves on my river they float uphill, showing me which way she flows I wave goodbye to them, wondering where she takes them My river is frozen in January, but probably not solid. Some walk across to fish, but I stay on the shore, watching. I know how treacherous and deep she can be. I imagine the guppies and bass, wondering if they are safe. I love my river, she is beautiful no matter the season Whether she is solid or snaking a meandering path She intrigues me and enthralls me, and I am glad to know her. I sit on the river bank appreciating her personality.