The Transformation

Creek view

Winter wounds carve the deepest,

Cancerous in their cold insistence;

Glaciation leaves a mark.

But once the tears wash away the gravel,

Your new landscape will drop jaws –

As the desert was scoured into the Grand Canon,

Everest buckled and heaved with stress,

So your beauty will shine,

Common carbon to  delectable diamond.

I

     can

            see

                  your

                        sparkle

                            through the trees….

Culverts

culvert

Without warning culverts swell with hope,

Meltwaters surge where ice and snow once reigned absolute.

All vestiges of Winter succumb to its vortex;

What is annihilates what has been,

Washes every trace of despair downstream.

Creeks crucify the cold,

Flotsam crosses carried on rippled muscles

As they re-enact the Passion.

Earth awakes,

Breaking from its tomb once again.

a lesson in growing dendrites

frosted delphiniums

and the frost

inanimate and stupid

not content with isolation

reaches with deliberate fingers,

compassion growing great dendrites

fusing cold compatriots into masses of grey matter.

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and humans

gifted with intellect

build towers without windows

slap the unpalatable needy palms,

disdain growing unquenchable cancers

which gorge themselves on intellectual arguments.