Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.
They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off I did go.
It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins
Trails go cold and entropy wins
But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows,
I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows.
The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife
Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife
No country for old men, no breaking the rule
But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel
Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so,
Mary is singing where wildflowers grow.
The starling will guide me, the meteor will show
The path to the valley where lost rivers go.
I went over the mountain, then took a fall
a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall.
They buried my story, because no one must know.
They say I died then, but I died long ago.
Snowmelt from atop
Create nature's aquarium
Seafoods thrive below.
The wind, a constant noise, keeps roiling on,
blows through bare branches with the leaves long gone,
cool April’s chill is warmer than the snow,
up in the mountains it has yet to go,
sticks and debris are littering the lawn.
The drizzle rain has fell for three days now,
when it hits metal roofs it sounds so loud,
add it to the water from the snowmelt,
all of the streams and creeks begin to swell,
overflowing onto grass that’s still brown.
The clouds above, a mottled ceiling, gray,
it’s settled in, and seems disposed to stay,
sits on the land, casting a weighty pall,
went out today but saw no sun at all,
warmth is to come, but now it’s just raw days.
searing shining sun
bedazzling snowmelt season ~
a sight for sore eyes
(March Full Moon – Dakota, Lakota, Assiniboine)
This summer is not so common the heat will be intence harsh and merciless the metrology departments warned. The usual air of novel summers will not come this year .Due to global warming the earth average temperature has risen significantly not seems to decrease causing more rain snowmelt and floods .
This summer not
Easy to bear because
They are not merciful
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cold winter's pale dream
whistle wordless melodies -
snowmelt spring's birth
10.02.2023
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worm moon shines through rain
slushy snowmelt on vast plains
winter in full drain
By David Kavanagh
March cometh upon Ukraine
Missiles blacken snowmelt plains
Morning birdsong tweets distain
Metamorphosis, cocoons from pain
MARCH IN Poetry Contest
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06/03/22
Tigris, Idigna, Idiqual,
watering parched desert lands
of Mesopotamia.
Swift it flows on the East
toward the sea, from
the once fertile Garden of Eden.
Arterial blood of arid lands,
of transportation,
of trade and commerce.
In spring, mountain snowmelt
tumbles and rushes downward,
flooding alluvial plains for farming,
sharing its life-giving waters
from time immemorial to villages,
towns, and great cities.
The creek is running swollen from the snowmelt.
The nights are getting shorter day by day.
The crocus pose like dancers in recital;
A portrait of the garden’s first bouquet.
Forsythia bloom golden by the pathway.
Azaleas wait their turn along the fence.
And all of it together tells the story
Of nature living in the present tense.
The squirrels are acting frisky in the treetops
And rustle through the canopy above,
Emerging from a season’s hibernation
As patient and enduring as your love.
Today I’ll take my axe and split some cordwood,
Replace the stacks I’ve burned the winter through,
And when I have my second cup of coffee,
I’ll dedicate my resting thoughts to you.
deer grazing on slope
snowmelt streaming down mountain
mirrors daffodils
Aspen, ponderosa pine, blue spruce
pink glacier-cut rock, scree, ravens
gray jay, peregrine falcon, hawk.
We climb to 11,000 feet in three days,
camp at Lawn Lake for three days. Alpine
tundra. Elk, bighorn sheep, marmot.
Tileston Meadows, ticks in grass,
rock face of Mummy Mountain.
Binoculars show pink cracks in gray rock.
Stoke gas stoves, play cards.
Boil water, set up tarps, lay out
sleeping bags, hang bear bag.
Watch crescent moon slice into
Fairchild Mountain. Moonlight
makes a mosque of the rocks.
Yellow aspen splash in dark green
spruce and pine. Gullies where streams
slash during spring snowmelt.
One rock, feather or flower worth
more than money. Need no wallet,
keys. Just clothes for fur.
All day climb toward saddle to see
what's on other side. One hawk floating
among bare peaks and over valleys.
Wind at 13,000 feet
turns to sleet. Turn back from peak,
take boulders two at a time down.
Winter moves into mountains.
Then we fly from Denver to New York
where it's still summer.
ODE TO SUMMER
There is a green
Beyond all green
That peeks around the wintry white.
a green so sweet
that tears slip from the eyes
and turn to dew upon the ground.
the green so sweet
that from the grave
beloved dead burst into flowers
before the snowmelt sings in high summer.
Bird song
Dances
with warbling sweetness of the green---
'Til green tumble-slides down mountains
with a slam into the frigid sea---
Taunting
Iceberg Blue to sing reply.
V Anderson-Throop 2013
I know that springtime
Is out there. The smell of snow
melt is in the air
Guilded light
tangers lost in flight
over lavender meadows
whistling like our rooster kettle
Hot...summer days violets grew
where crystal light filters through
picture windows
The wind soughs and whispers slow
stirring gentle leaves
turning gold in late summer's eve
Crystal light paled
I nestled in verdant orchard veil
silent rain nourished verdant plains
Beneath deadgrass and muddy soil
new seeds nourished by snowmelt...unspoiled
Walking across cool beach claysand
gazing at the horizon on OUR LAND
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