Just Sound of Rushing Water

Torrential waters
Roar and tumble past my house--
Snow transformation.












The bright shining sun
Warm in the mid afternoon--
My camera's ready.

Yesterday's road ice
Flows liquid and sun sparkling;
Snow field is still white.


A new lake has grown
Feeding a new waterfall.
Birds and water sounds.

There is no peace now,
Just sound of rushing water.
No winter silence.












Still, bright snow crystals
Have become bright rushing stream;
Impatient water.

From under the snow
Torrents of water spring out;
My spirit wakens.












Gilda cocks her head;
Doesn't know what I'm doing.
(And neither do I).