The River is Wild

The river proceeds with no caution,
But I must in the snow.
Ice patches are rampant in this early Spring.
In this early Spring the river runs wild
As does my heart, still, in the vestiges of my youth.
I could go on, but am wearing the wrong shoes.
If I slipped and cracked my head on a rock,
It'd be the end of me out here.
The river runs wild.
Surely, wilder than me.