The River Song
The wind bundles itself into a bluish cloud
That moves over the white-capped mountain.
A bear comes down through the trees
And stands very still by the river’s edge,
Watching me. A deep winter freeze
Has turned this morning’s rain to ice
And made my journey all the more
Difficult. I’ve passed this way twice
But have yet to find my way out.
My wife and children wait for me below,
At the lodge. I can almost hear them shout
And give voice to their worry.
The sky grows dark, and the bear
Turns away, but I must not hurry
And make one mistake too many.