Short Naturechange Poems

Change At Hand

The fallen snow procured 
Itself with the earth all winter
As spring enters its warm winds,
The snow-transformed-from its frozen home
Begins its path of deviance carving the weak soil
Conveying the grieving trusting earth down river
Where the surmounting horror ends;
Only after a twisted ride does the soil find refuge
In the bottom of a lake;
Where momentarily is thought of as unimportant
By its self and others; 
But, a change is at hand; a change is at hand.