First
fly of the season
Cast
on a new spring day.
Tied
without rhyme or reason
Over
winter, sun far away.
The
river wasn’t waiting
The
fish didn’t really care
But
for me this day was important
I
knew I had to be there.
Sometimes
we curse the darkness,
Often
we curse the snow
But
winter is a time for reflection
On
those things that make the river flow.
You
can’t break through the surface
When
the ice is two feet thick
But
soon you will find the water
Now
cast your fly, do it quick.
We
all face frozen places
In
nature, at work, and in love
Patience
and kindness melt hearts and ice
If
you ask, seek, knock above.
Tom
Crowley
VA
Togus, 3/12/15
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