Friday, March 1, 2013

A POEM FOR MARCH



MOUNTAIN BROOK by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Because of the steepness,
the streamlet runs white,
narrow and broken
as lightning by night.

Because of the rocks,
it leaps this way and that,
fresh as a flower,
quick as a cat. 
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  1. DebraMarch 1, 2013 at 10:46 AM

    I love the imagery of the poem.I can picture the running water...so fast it's white.Beautiful!

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