Melting snow
Little bits of ice , floated down the river with glee,
Light, buoyant and free,
Their last joy ride before the melt into her,
And disappear,
A revelation, or the mystery?
The wet ground flecked in places with snow,
That soon must melt and go,
Into that life giving sponge of earth,
That holds buried in her heart the secrets of birth,
Or run in little rivulets to the mighty river below,
The end ,or the beginning ?
It is hard to know.
--shubha
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