Awakening
The sounds of water:
a gentle gurgling
in the glades;
brooks babble.
The rains have awoken
the waterfalls.
All the little valleys sing.
Drops bounce
from rock to rock,
joyfully jumping
valleyward.
On the banks of the creek
witch hazel
foretells
the coming of spring.
2/18/2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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