Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

stepping into the river, a reminder
of mountain snows far above
the cold shock rises from my ankles
until goose bumps rise on my arms

the stones like a cobblestone road
worn smooth by the rush of water
and above the trees rain leaves
that bobble like tiny sail boats around me

i remember how it used to be before
before the backhoes and graters
and the condominiums intruded
when the trout rose to catch a blackfly

the trout are long gone, the water
empty of life, just rubble along the bank
muddy waters, tree stumps and debris
where a favorite memory flows

stepping into the river, a reminder

love it, specially the first line!