found it

for Leslie and Summer

another water kind a poem

 

Snow and rain

 

The willow listened to the brook all winter

He sang her song about the spring

And how he loved her even now

Exposed, sad, not so thirsty

She could not speak

 

The brook froze over

And snow was deep

In the silence they thought

Of spring

Of love

Of clear flowing water

Of soft leaves that kissed the water

In the wind

Of dripping leaves giving back

And deep roots on the bank

Holding it in place

As the flood dashed by madly

Of the decayed delicacies laid at her feet

By the mad water

 

In spring they sang these songs

All these things they thought of

In the winter

In the ice

While bare and wanting

 

In the summer the stream dried up

She sang him a song about the fall

How she would give of herself

And he would take away

To make things grow

Downstream

How she loved his ways

And did not understand them

How much she loved him

If she didn’t need him

But she did

And she told him

When the wind let her

 

Sometimes during a summer storm

He told her quickly that he heard her