When I saw the river breath


I was walking along

the wooded river trail

on a a cold, take-

your-breath away morning.


I walked past

where the river tumbles

nosily over the granite rocks

to a calm beaver-pond inlet.


As I slowed to

plan my path across

the rocks to the other side,

it moved.

The surface of the water

grew taut,

then relaxed, dipping back down

into the water.


Taut, relaxed;

taut, relaxed,

pulsing . . .breathing!

The water looked

like it was breathing

as the surface

began to freeze

before my eyes.

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