Spring Thaw
March 26 2022
When the rain comes,
falling on impervious snow and frozen ground,
it will pool in cold clear puddles,
run-off
in rivulets
that coalesce
into creeks and streams and flood,
refreeze
on subzero nights
and lock the world in ice;
like a dormant creature
over-wintering,
heart arrested and breathing stilled.
Until, when morning dawns
it will come slowly back to life,
mist rising
into dry still air,
beads of water
collecting sun;
jewel-like
in the freshly rinsed light.
Saturated ground, softening,
and the sound
louder and louder;
creeks gurgling,
streams gushing,
and in the distance, rivers thundering
as the run-off rushes
downstream.
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