Sunday, 28 February 2021

THE SPRING MELT

 

The heavily laden

Mountain slopes

Slowly shed their winter coat

Beginning the slow spring melt

The snow and ice

Releasing the water

Imprisoned within it

Metamorphosing as it seeps

Into every crevice

Rivulets gently trickling 

Into dormant streams

Gaining volume and momentum

As it tumbles downward

Swelling and growing

Feeding cascading waterfalls

And white-water rapids

As it races to the valleys below

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