Alaskan Spring

by silvershoes   Oct 18, 2011


Sleepily, she trickles across wedged rocks
and mossy boulders
in riverbeds of frosted landscapes,
singing herself into existence.
She is born from hushed whispers,
carried on windy breath,
then she is grown as an orchestra
until it is all she can do not to flood the earth in
operatic exuberance.

She is the song of young life and wilderness.

She shakes the forest into flurry whilst
frothing against cavities of deep river walls,
and rattling down ice-capped mountains.

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