Boulder and Snow

I watch you 

Standing tall against the fresh, pink sun. 

Rough, loved edges

Cracked, dry and thirsty. 

Just down the hill 

And I can almost feel you.

The searing sun slides over my ivory blanket 

Tugging at the seams

Still, I watch.

And then,

A drop of water joins another…  

Joins another… 

Joins another…

The slightest temptation of a trickle 

Glides across your ancient skin.

You breathe a heavy sigh

As I kiss your jagged jaw.

The sun soars higher  

Warming me more 

The swelter makes me shift my shoulders 

Melting away my dress like snow

The trickle has grown to a stream, 

Steadily moving down your obstinate body 

Filling each old scratch and crumble

Soothing, and healing and making anew

The sun soars higher still 

I pull and roll and shout until 

I finally give in…

I am now a roaring river!

Pushing, flowing,

Caressing and hugging,

Clashing, surging, 

Cascading then kissing

Your sweet, rugged edges 

Smoothly become weathered 

With the persuasive power of 

My passionate love.

But my power has only so much time 

And life does not grant me endless bounty. 

The tides burn up and fade

As day becomes a violaceous gray

The last part of me clings to you

Then giving in it sighs goodbye.

I turn away and accept my fate, 

Flowing home to my ocean.

"Until next spring..."