(Attempts at poetry...)
Spring/Winter
Monday arrived
and without warning
rained sunshine on my head
warming the earth
until I could feel
Spring.
Tuesday followed
and the earth disappeared
mountains
hills
trees
sky
in a cloud of dust
masquerading as mist.
Wednesday brought a gasp
of delight
and horror:
snow!?
Voluptuous flakes,
swinging wide,
landing lightly,
melting with the faintest trace of
Winter.
Thursday's mountains
were crystallized
and sprinkled
lightly with
powdered
sugar or
dust.
Friday was today
and the views were spectacular.
Every angle was a postcard
of snow-covered mountain peaks
and dramatic clouds
that filled and billowed until
the sky was moving.
Like pencil drawings that the artist
had attempted to erase,
their edges blurred and smudged
across the sky of paper,
rubbing until they ripped through
and dark blue spread
across the light. I meet my waterfall
in the darkened sun
and find it
changed.
Frosted
at the tips
but roaring
and rushing
and surging
and pitching forward
until it pools under snow.
It is new and yet so familiar.
Spring.
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