Rock Springs Stream in Flood

A week of almost unrelenting rain
And this placid languid stream
That usually lingers here in silence
Where the woods is gently but firmly

Inclined to keep it in the shadows
Of the broad-shouldered banks
And leaning cottonwood trees,
Is contained now only by itself,

Roiling and cascading over rocks
And roots and tangles of ferns,
Amplifying the separate drops
Of rain into a soft roaring rush

Of many into a single abundance,
The making of many into much,
Too impatient now for reflection
And transported beyond itself in

The overflowing joy of the moment,
The exuberant abandonment to
Astonishment at what it becomes.
As, this early March morning, am I.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-03-13 at 14:09

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John Ashleigh
These stanzas are so artistic in its elegance. Sophisticated and enchanting. Thankyou.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-14


Mklnay
Lovely and evocative. With the way you write, I can almost see it myself and it is beautiful. :]

Cheers and thanks for the lovely poem!
2011-03-14


NicholasG
I have spent hours in the spring and fall, watching a creek from a wooden bridge. In a way it is the antithesis of a fire, but equally hypnotizing. The sound. the smell and the movement seem to align the senses into a trance-like state.
You've captured this well.
Thanks, Nick
2011-03-14


shells
There is something so mesmerising about the passage and rush of water, loved the final bubbling happy stanza.
2011-03-13


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Enjoyed this very much , reminds me that spring is for some , a few days away.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-03-13