Last Snows Melt in Spring

Last snows melt in spring.
And with roaring, resonant thunder
the rushing river runs on,
weaving a blanket of wind
and of sound, to wrap
the weary wanderer in the
comfort of a cool embrace.
While overhead, through hemlock branches
borne up on the breeze,
dappled sunbeams dance their dance.

With thanks to Andrew B. Watt, for suggesting (in a recent post) the 50-word format.

2 thoughts on “Last Snows Melt in Spring

  1. Very nice. I like it a lot. We’re doing a thread of #50wordpoem poetry on Twitter. Feel free to post there at whatever speed you write these poems.


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