photograph by: unknown (Sproat Lake BC)
Last night in darkness
Clouds and their snow
Agreed to part
This morning's
Cold damp light
Found the snow
Tasting branches
Of mountain trees
Across the water
From where I stood
A new white gown
All the way down
I heard the mountain say
Snow has no tongue
And branches hold no taste
Now the snow waits
For sun to draw its warmth
Across the sky
Unlocked from frozen branches
Water rubs its belly on the ground
And its back against the gravel
Water in the stream
Passes bright fish
That move against its current
The stream’s truth
Brings water home
To the ocean at my feet
Where it rests
Joined to others
Sisters and brothers
Knowing now
Just how beautiful
Its journey really is
Clouds and their snow
Agreed to part
This morning's
Cold damp light
Found the snow
Tasting branches
Of mountain trees
Across the water
From where I stood
A new white gown
All the way down
I heard the mountain say
Snow has no tongue
And branches hold no taste
Now the snow waits
For sun to draw its warmth
Across the sky
Unlocked from frozen branches
Water rubs its belly on the ground
And its back against the gravel
Water in the stream
Passes bright fish
That move against its current
The stream’s truth
Brings water home
To the ocean at my feet
Where it rests
Joined to others
Sisters and brothers
Knowing now
Just how beautiful
Its journey really is
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