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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…
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.
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So it does. Beautiful.
I love this time of year. Except for the puddles at recess. I could do without those entirely… 😉
I bet you could!
Multiple wardrobe changes may be fun on Broadway but they get pretty old with 6- year-olds… hehe Ah, well. My 17-year-old was dabbling in the puddles on our way home tonight. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em? 🙂
Did you join them? 😉
hee hee I’ll never tell!!
Ahhhhh… 😀
I’ll take it! 🙂
Pristinely done! Just great, love the way the words fused together!! 🙂
Thank you! Happy Easter to you!
I miss culverts and water flows from my childhood. Have a great Easter.
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. 🙂 Happy Easter to you too!
Melody, I love the analogy you’ve made–so full of hope.
Easter Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Thank you, Wendy! Easter blessings back at ya! 🙂
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