The Beck

I walked by the beck
down towards the river.
The beck laughed
as it danced along
and said to me,
‘don’t be sad.
Everything rests
in the wintertime.
But there will always be
a new spring’.

The beck slowed
as it approached the river
and I watched as
the two became one.
I could no longer tell
which was beck and which was river
but I still heard
the laughter of the beck
as it danced along.
© 13 Nov14