NATURE Poem: Water Fallen, by Anita Hunt

Dew weighty in the morning air,
trees sparkle from the overnight deluge,
lit up like Christmas in dawn’s light.
A mirth of chuckling water sparks in the overhanging leaves,
convincesN shadow and sun to freckle the ground
above the cascade.
tiny arrows point upward where the water runs against
blades of rock
splitting and joining like zippered garments,
ripping apart warp and weft,
a veil of silk and rock and water,
in passionate wedlock
I think of snakes shedding skin
and dusk falling on plowed fields,
ridges and canyons of soil
waiting for the storm.

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