Liquid Persistence

There is no more rain,
But air is full of moisture;
My stream's thundering.


The lilacs at last
Burst purple in the soft mist;
A pastel morning.




From all directions
Water speeds furiously
Under soft mist sky.


The field is a marsh
Again reclaimed by water,
Liquid not frozen.


Sound of rushing streams
Drowns out the chirps of the birds
But does not stop them.


Echoes in the woods--
Unseen streams merge and rush on:
Liquid persistence.

Single goose flying
Sounds like a dog in the sky;
(Bark worse than its bite).