Where peaceful Rivers soft and slow
Amid the verdant Landskip flow.
My friend Mary Harner, who loves and thinks about rivers more/better than anyone I know, is in town.
We found time this morning for a walk along our shared passion, the Rio Grande. After 78 days without rain, the monsoon bloomed on Friday, and it’s been raining since.
I sat on a downed snag poking over a muddy river as we talked. I picked idly at the moist, crumbling top layer of wood.