Ice Breaking …
A time that is both,
dramatic and romantic,
in a wild sort of way –
the time the ice upon the river breaks.
As spring approaches,
I run down to the river,
I watch as the dark waters swirl,
in places, ice still holds on.
Then the moment of drama.
with loud cracking.
the ice starts to come apart
and ice rafts in different shapes and sizes-
get ready to promenade.
The river finally breaks free.
from the winter chains that held it,
with a new life it begins to flow
and the ice pieces start to go.
The parade of ice rafts,
begins to move along,
as the river like an angry wild mustang –
begins bucking wanting to be free
The ice in a mad, crazy dance,
goes flowing down the river,
the ice rafts like parade floats,
move along much faster,
making you want to shout, “Hooray!”
as the ice breaks and heads out toward the sea.
This is the drama and the romance,
of the river, I have found,
that thrills me to no end,
when winter loosens its grip,
gulls up above cry with joy,
soon they’ll be dancing upon the waves once more.
Then I know for sure,
that the door to spring,
is soon to be open wide,
gulls will be bobbing upon the river,
the new leaves on the mighty oaks along the bank,
waving to me as the warmer breezes blow
and soon I know,
the lovely forget-me-knots will be blooming.
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