Bright standard by the river.
A seep-soaked cloak on Wantastiquet ledge.
The great awakening begins.
A stone-lined spring, high in the hills.
Above and below converge at Venter’s Brook.
A freshwater seep at the forest’s edge.
Worlds without end.
In the present moment.
The Green River, in the light of late winter.
A meeting place.