Water Runs Down

Water runs down.

Everywhere
down

lower,
to the lakes,
to the creeks,
to the swamps and marshes.

From one
gathering place to
another,

the water runs down.

The dirt in the
ground is heavy with
the sound of rushing
waters.

The dirt sings
watersongs
this time of
the year.
Cold songs.
Clean songs.
Fresh songs.

Water songs.

Listen,
ever
so gently and hear
it flowing
under your feet,

under your lives.

The water that
will crack open
the daffodils,

force out the snowdrops
and trout lilies,

and awaken
the skunk cabbage

that water
has come.

Listen
to its song and
be filled with joy.

The flowers of spring
have again
begun their
returning.

We are refreshed
once more,
bathed
in the chilling cold
of the running water
and in the ocean of
buds and blossoms that
will flow

across our paths,

into our eyes,

and straight
into our hearts.

picture by the author - TJM