Upriver

The top of the river is frozen.
It doesn’t look strong
enough to stand on,
barely enough to hold the wind.
It’s howling out, that wind.
Blowing all the snow
off the river’s ice crust,
downriver,
under the bridge.
But there’s no ice there,
downriver,
under the bridge.
The water has to jump
over the rocks
like fish
over the water,
but not in the winter.
I don’t see them in the winter.
Back to what I was saying though,
about the ice,
it’s green
but not like the trees,
obviously.
It’s much paler
and only green because of the fact
it looks yellow and blue
at the same time
like the springtime slush on the roads.
But anyway, the ice is that color
on the edges of the river.
There’s one more part
that’s in the middle
and that’s green, too,
I guess.
Those seem like the thicker parts,
the pale parts.
Because there’re some darker bits.
Same greenish hue,
just a good amount darker.
The pale and dark greens,
they twist together.
It looks like the wind
got too cold from the snow
it was supposed to be blowing
downriver,
under the bridge,
and was turned to ice,
frozen on top of the river.