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Snowmelt pours downward,
gurgling and babbling against
still standing rocks worn
smooth. Sending sprays of
river droplets streaming through
the air; across the banks,
pooling and swirling, frigid
with the memory of ice,
chilling tentative ankles.
While around them, trees
unfold with green mist.
"Sending sprays of
ReplyDeleteriver droplets streaming through
the air; across the banks,
pooling and swirling, frigid
with the memory of ice"
This is my favorite part. The imagery here is outstanding and it feels chilling, if not haunting. Love it!
A lovely, soothing quadrille!!! Love the misted trees.
ReplyDeleteYour poem conjures a lovely scene. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully pastoral.
ReplyDeleteLove those trees unfolding in green mist, especially! So peaceful.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous write! 💝💝
ReplyDeleteI like the part about "the memory of ice." I can really feel that water!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery in this!
ReplyDeleteA beautifully captured stream in motion!
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