Snowpack Feels Some Quick Melting Happening

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Ice flows so silently while running free.
The woosh, dense waves topped by a frothing sea.
Still water moving to the way I see.
Still pouring and receiving. I agree.

This power of late February flow
will melt a frozen heart if you let her.
The weight, when that old sodden drift of snow
releases suddenly with but a stir.

Release those still-receding lines that land
and take me far away from all that’s seen
here, everywhere. Drip, drip, drip, drip, real and
imagined, melts together into green.

So, we survived the frozen winter’s worst.
Sun rays traverse. I close my eyes and thirst.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.