trickling life of spring

Yesterday I sat in the blessed sunshine
Snow piled in mounds all around
yet what was this sound at the back of my hearing?
It was a trickle, a gurgle, a splash
and a drip drip dripping
the thaw is coming at last.
Love to the water in frozen symmetrical patterns, and love to water that runs free
love to the water that carries each person in a miraculous bodily vessel,
and love to the springlet, to the rivers and clouds, the oceans deep mystery
You quicken my heart beat, wash open my mind, and carry my fears to the sea.

clc 2008