Snow and wintry ice
crowning the high sky
where land reaches to heavens,
and sun in spring and warming ways
sends drops run to rivulets to rocky edges
fly free in bold breath grasping rush
cascades of white and misted risings
tumbling into air
singular simple beauty
resounding echoes and sweetness
to green and feed a needing world
shrink away like child's hurt feelings
have we seen more than shall be seen...




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