Mountain Stream

Mountain stream magic,
glistening it slides
down rocky chasms
it trickles-
it hides.
Fall
holds
her arms out
offering her garment
with flare
leaves of yellow
orange
and red...
pepper her hair.
Fall's affection
is cooling,
fickle she is...
before you know it
her hold on the river-
dismissed.
Winter's wrought iron hand
will push back the leaves
and in her winter garment white
she'll roll up her sleeves.
Winter is a ghoul
and her grasp is tight
she holds
water frozen
with all of her might.
But when the sun warmed ice water
tickles her toes
winter reluctantly
releases and goes.

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