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.

14 comments on “Culverts

  1. Gallivanta says:

    So it does. Beautiful.

  2. RoSy says:

    Ahhhhh… πŸ˜€

  3. Seyi sandra says:

    Pristinely done! Just great, love the way the words fused together!! πŸ™‚

  4. Lyle Krahn says:

    I miss culverts and water flows from my childhood. Have a great Easter.

    • melodylowes says:

      On our way to the house tonight my daughter (17) took a detour to crunch the ice on some puddles. Some things you just don’t grow out of. πŸ™‚ Happy Easter to you too!

  5. Melody, I love the analogy you’ve made–so full of hope.

    Easter Blessings ~ Wendy ❀

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