River, river, I hear you whisper.

Calling softly as you dance over the ripples.

Slipping between rocks, drifting, spinning leaves and debris.

Gently rocking bare roots on the bluff…

Soft ripples in the beaver pond,  a minnow flashes, a heron walks
I hear you whisper, I hear you call, softly, softly, singing my name.

airstrip, mayholler, maple trees on B 052