This week I want to share a poem I wrote back in 2008 about the nature of change, using a water metaphor.
Have a wonderful weekend noticing the new channels tentatively forming in your life.
River Drop (Fe Robinson, 2008)
Stillness fills the air
That soft, calm peace that follows heavy rain
Glistening wet, the newly watered ground lays naked in the swelling breeze
Tender puffs of wind dry the land
Firming newly made furrows
Tiny channels chiselled in the soil
form flexing and changing patterns
Days pass, the ground dries
New contours on the landscape evolve
Tiny furrows deepen to flowing streams
as the landscape matures
More weather will pass this way
Intricate patterns will morph and move
as the changing seasons leave their mark
And one day, a river will start to flow
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