Tumbling
fresh meltwater rivulets
embrace above the timberline.
Giggling and sighing
they cavort
in raucous abandon
through springtime wildflower meadows
racing down steep slopes into forested darkness.
Swirling
a cool mountain stream
emerges beneath shadowing branches
growing deeper
creating new channels
through unexplored landscape.
Purposeful and committed
with far to go and much to be done.
Gliding
a slow, broad, lowland river
spreads out under autumn leaves
Full of memories.
Quiet with little left to say now.
The arch of an eyebrow.
The hint of a smile.
And holding hands is enough.
Marv Himmel