The Earth is Waiting

Gray and dark as dusk
Limbs shake in this morning gloom.
The earth is waiting.










The gate is open--
Mabel comes to see the world
Following her nose.

Where once there was snow
Now there is moistened brown earth,
And streams become lakes.










A sparse pile of wood
Lies under the melting snow.
Crows fly here and there.










Waterfalls appear
Between the cracks of the rocks,
Swell into torrents.


As swift as it came
Snow is rapidly leaving
And joining the rain.








Faint sound of water--
Through the roots of the old tree
A small stream has sprung.

Under an ice shelf
Instant roadside stream spills down
Leaving its roar.