Mud puddles today
Reflect the thick cloud cover
And the tall mute trees.
The sky will open
Unleashing torrents of rain;
Just now I am dry.
There's foam in the stream;
Light whiteness caught by the rocks--
Mix of air-water.
Stubborn snow remains;
Small patches don't know it's Spring;
They will soon find out.
It's a soggy time;
The woods have become a marsh;
Earth waits to catch up.
The road is rubber;
Trees, leaves have disappeared.
I have lost my feet.
Old tire in the stream
Filled up with leaves and debris
Is rolling nowhere.
Tangled dead tree trunks
Lie in a wooden embrace.
Closer than life.
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