The River

OK. We're getting things back on track here. It's not even March yet, but we're certainly feeling madness already. Here's a little ditty to calm things down though, a dreamy poem to get lost in, we only hope it doesn't bring you to tears. But, if it does, we hope it's in a good way.

-Jess

 

The River

by Alyssa Walker

The river is calling

It’s swaying me so

Icy blue waters

Mesmerized by their flow

The ducks float so lightly

While I watch my pebbles sink

The blue turns to black

Darker than ink

Clouds form overhead

The sun disappears

The river is running

As fast as my tears

Alyssa Walker is a stay-at-home mom who likes to write poetry and paint in her spare time. She lives in New Jersey near the Passaic River, which inspired her to write this poem. 


Comments are appreciated! Remember, we're still looking for March submissions. Read all about it here. Happy Tuesday :)