My River runs to thee—
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? 
My River wait reply—
Oh Sea—look graciously—
I'll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks—
Say—Sea—Take Me!                 Emily Dickinson


Warm winds struck sharp shards of sparkle off a blue blue river as  I walked along the estuary today - the leaves are finally growing on the trees and it is good to be alive!