Mountain Stream



Mountain stream magic,
glistening it slides
down rocky chasms
it trickles-
it hides.
Fall
holds
her arms out
offering her garment
with flare
leaves of yellow
orange
and red...
pepper her hair.
Fall's affection
is cooling,
fickle she is...
before you know it
her hold on the river-
dismissed.
Winter's
wrought iron hand

will push back the leaves
and in her winter garment white
she'll roll up her sleeves.
Winter is a ghoul
and her grasp is tight
she holds
water frozen
with all of her might.
But when the sun warmed ice water
tickles
her toes
winter reluctantly
releases and goes.

:)



Comments

  1. "winter's wrought iron hand" - what beautiful imagery, lg. I'm so glad that photo inspired such a gorgeous poem. :)

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  2. You do have a way with photography and words to match. Just lovely.

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  3. Why thank you Lynn. That means so much. I love the above photo. I am reluctant to release fall.
    :)
    lg

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