The river kept giving
.. all she had.. in the
delta.. to the sea..
Up above her headwaters
as mountain peak snowflakes
became snow drops..
and snowdrops became
trickles of trust..
overtures of hope to
eternal spring
.. form frozen
into Spirit flowing..
angels kept renewing
the many rivulet mothers
of the river...
in eternal return of
generosity.
(to Gene Radney who with
her husband Milton until
his death and since has
given her money to make
children happy and healthy)
your poems
are always
so amazing
and romantic .
Keep on writing :*).