The Rebirth Of A Falls
The Falls now ceased through a beavers abode deserted in winter’s majesty This brooks voice is a silent ring muffled and hidden in the stillness The pebbles shimmer long since vanished viewed with waterless sight An accepting pond so all alone cracked and dries from shore to shore Winter now iceless soon to be gone with the passing of its colossal strength Snows flourishing lost once more with the tender warmth of a freshly risen sun Spring raindrops falling announce with gentle applauds its upcoming splendor A blossoms bud peeks from the hidden depths of the quiet bronzed earth Rain and snowmelt increase its mighty strength surely the brook will overcome Crackling, swirling, pushing, gaining, nature’s battle, a branch set free another follows Victory, the waters cadence rings once more part of the gentle breeze all treeward bound The pebbles shimmer, the pond is filled, the Falls now restored to all its former brilliance
R.G. Holliman ©2001 |
The Porcelain Swan
Roxanna
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