Waters of March

a stick, a stone
its the end of the road
its the rest of the stump
its a little alone
its a sliver of glass
it is life, its the sun
it is night, it is death
its a trap, its a gun
the oak when it blooms
a fox in the brush
the knot of the wood
the song of the thrush
the word of the wind
the cliff, a fall
a scratch, a lump
it is nothing at all
its the wind blowing free
its the end of a slope
its a beam, its a void
its a hunch, its a hope
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of march
its the end of the strain
its the joy in your heart
the foot, the ground
the flesh and the bone
the beat of the road
a slingshot stone
a truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light
the shot of the gun
in the dead of the night
a mile, a must
a thrust, a bump
itsa girl, its a rhyme
its a cold, its the mumps
the plan of the house
the body in bed
and the car that got stuck
its the mud, its the mud
a float, a drift
a flight, a wing
a cock, a quail
oh, the promise of spring
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of march
its the promise of life
its the joy in your heart
a point, a grain
a bee, a bite
a blink, a buzzard
a sudden stroke of night
a pin, a needle
a sting, a pain
a snail, a riddle
a wasp, a stain
a snake, a stick
it is john, it is joe
a fish, a flash
a silvery glow
the bed of the well
the end of the line
the dismay on the face
its a loss, its a find
a spear, a spike
a point, a nail
a drip, a drop
the end of the day
and the river bank talks
of the waters of march
its the promise of life
its the joy in your heart
the end of the road
a little alone
a sliver of glass
a life, the sun
a night, a death
the end of the run
and the river bank talks
of the waters of march
its the promise of life
its the joy in your heart