Muted winter valley mourns the sinking river capless acorns hazard hardpack gravel mats of moss and early shoots, a soft reprieving path smooth beguiling river rocks rolling underneath centuries of laughter slide downhill at the pace of rain get a better look at the sure-footed swimmer coldly highstepping slick rotten velvet of ice steeped oak leaves naked oaks and birches dance blue waveforms on the ridge these roots never ranged so deep this soil never set so loose
Great opening line
I really enjoy reading your stuff
Think you would like W.S. Merwin's poetry
Be well