Myriad Diamonds

MYRIAD DIAMONDS The fresh-washed charm of this stream Is a girl in her first dress in spring, Free to sway and laugh and sing: Her first dance after the ice-regime. She’s cast off dowdy winter coat; Across the bridge light breeze's blessed Each wavelet with a gem-caressed crest, In flowing robes that seem to float. Enhancing now her pure clean face, A tiny galaxy of stars a-twinkle, Coruscating in myriad sparkle: The river’s scintillating dancing necklace, Sun begifts his running daughter With diamonds of the first water.