The restless spirits long to guide

Melt Water

The cruellest season's grip falters,
Streams form from crystal like waters,
It's a blank canvas no longer,
Whitewash ran and revealed wonder,
Our stilled land has begun her thaw,
The rivers have a thirst no more,
Gods of nature fight out their war,
A snow storm becomes a downpour,
Our re-born sun warms winter stone,
In time all traces shall be gone,
In a season that's in between,
Melt water washes the slate clean,
Suspended and changed slowed down rain,
Fall-water stilled till warmth comes again,
While winter play melts away,
There's hope in the cold damp and grey.

January 18, 2020