Brown patches appear;
Snow banks recede in the warmth.
The earth is released.
Gray melting ice patch
Encroaches on the snow field;
Soon all will be wet.
Streams branch and rejoin
Cutting dark swathes in the snow
Chortling as they go.
Moist green forest moss
Glistens in a snow free patch;
Stream tinkles nearby.
Deer crosses the road;
We stop, stare at each other,
Then we continue.
Roadside snow is gray
Splashed with gravel and dirt.
The earth advances.
Two cans one bottle
Huddle together like friends
In a hostile wood.
My black doggy friend
Trots to me wagging its tail
And passes right by.
Rumble under snow:
Stream rushes underneath it--
Dark hidden power.
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