Year’s End

Putting my fishing gear away,

I pick up the rod

And see a fly attached.

How much it means to stand in

The river…

The beauty;

The calm;

Worries left on the river bank.

The Battenkill beckons.

The winter sun through

the bare branches

reflected on the surface.

We’ll get to spring.

We always do.

December 12, 2021

4 thoughts on “Year’s End

  1. Always enjoy your poems Harry!

    On Thu, Dec 16, 2021, 12:26 PM poems for friends wrote:

    > hkresky posted: ” Putting my fishing gear away, I pick up the rod And see > a fly attached. How much it means to stand in The river… The beauty; The > calm; Worries left on the river bank. The Battenkill beckons. The winter > sun through th” >

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