Iced

No longer does your stream flow
Through the valley of reason
Filling her banks to overflow with
Constant compassion, tender thought,
Waiting to bask in your afterglow.
Days gone by your waters refreshed,
Nourished and healed like a gift from above.
No fires survived or resisted your quenching,
No one went thirsty or hungered for love.
No prayer unanswered.
No care vilified.
No fare unpaid.
No dare cast aside.
Now it seems springtime has hastened departure.
Summertime skipped and autumn cold blown.
Waterways deep in the core of your basin
Suddenly chilled…
                               Iced to the bone.


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