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A Poem

The lakes are still frozen over
Though the snow is melting fast
And the willow buds are emerging
At last
The sun is beginning to release
Winter's bitter cold grip
Like ice melting at the touch
Of a lover's lip
***

Spring is a vibrant time of year. Especially in the mountains, as the snow escapes itself and rushes through the various streams. It's as if teasing the steadfast granite with it's evasive tactics as it finds it's way through cracks and crevasses, imperceptible to common view. Emerging, unexpectedly, from places summertime only hints at the memory of Spring's snow melt passage.

I took a walk around the lakes and followed a still snow covered, dirt road down the canyon until the snow choked safe passage. The creeks are swollen and rushing, echoing the sound of spring through the canyons. The water leaps off of huge granite boulders in great abandon as if celebrating it's liberation.

I stand in awe, witness to such majesty. I am humbled in the presence of such absolute power. Midsummer, this creek moves gently with quiet calm. Midwinter, this creek is silent, frozen in a cryogenic moment, a bated breath.

But now, this creek rages with complete abandon. Celebrating this transient moment to express itself in full form.
Spring, in the mountains, is like that.

TJM

Courtesy of Tamara J. Miller