Melting ice and damp earth--
muddy water rushes to the valley below.
A turning, a rousing, a birth.
A crow’s eye, sharp and alert--
geese who know where to go.
Melting ice and damp earth.
Everything in a restless search:
frozen water freed to flow.
A turning, a rousing, a birth.
Still, light teases and flirts.
Shadows hide what I want to know
under melting ice and damp earth.
My wheels leave tracks in soft dirt.
It’s questions that make me wander so—
seeking a turning, a rousing, a birth.
Why worry? What’s that worth?
Don’t ask the river to slow.
Melting ice and damp earth.
A turning, a rousing, a birth.
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