Reflections
By Kathryn M. Lockhard

Quiet moments by the riverside reflect
to me my being.  Awoke did I this
spring aware of this existence within me.
Could I have been on that branch
wrapped in silk as if a cocoon?

Why have I slept so many a spring when
I find life so electrically alive within me.
This day the sun was too warm,
too bright and rose up ever so gently
that I found myself aroused,
so stirred that I burst into being.

All around the riverside nature is
alive and we are one.
My blood rushes as the river,
my heart beats to the song of the birds,
eyes of green are as a shimmering leaf.
My hair blows as the limbs of the trees do sway
and my touch is gentle as a petal on a rose.

Nature cares for itself and it will
care for me and I have no fear for what's to be.
Quiet moments by the riverside reflect
to me my being.  Awoke did I this
spring aware of this existence within me.