Day 7

 

The LA River is called a "seasonal river" I've been thinking about it this morning.  I pass it on my way to and from work, crossing the old bridges in the downtown area.

Autumn is here

is all her glory

the trees

turn their leaves to final bright colors

before scattering them 

in the cold wind

I wait for the river to return

it's been a slow trickle all Summer

but soon, with the rains

it will fill and cascade 

down the concrete canyons

we have constructed to contain her

but we can never

completely contain

the surge of the river

We must be mindful 

and leave respectful distance

as we watch its powerful journey

to the sea.