The River

It is a mighty river,
deep and wide, silent now
and bound in winter ice
capped with snow left
behind by the departing
season's snowfalls. Above,
a sky so blue and broad
it is as though a playful
giant hand turned the
landscape upside down,
creating from a winter-frozen
lake under a clear blue sky
a cloud-topped ocean 
absent the winter arras.
The spring sun gathers
its heat to melt the river's
burden, to release its solid
state back to liquid form.