Ever Flowing

For a friend who loved all bodies of water.

            Ever Flowing

As a current ebbs and flows,

ever changing where it goes.

Drifting down the path it chose,

gently touching all it knows.

In summer’s heat, it thins and slows,

with winter’s storms, it thrives and grows.

Its beauty in its highs and lows,

profound and deep, like rhythmic prose.

The wind, across the water, blows,

at dusk, a fiery sunset glows.

Reflection on the water shows,

a perfect day has reached its close.

              Jennifer Martin

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Is there anything more beautiful than the sun's reflection on water? Beautiful lines here, Jennifer...reminding me of summer coming to an end. Can you believe the first day of fall is upon us?

[alanwgraham]

Your poem certainly does flow Jennifer. Amazing that you've the same rhyme going all the way and it works.
Well done.
Alan