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.
Breaking from its tomb once again.