Mountain Melting

                                                                  White mountain melting,

iced veins wait thaw

sparkling diamonds,



White mountain melting,

then frigid old;

my song, unfrozen,

freed from cold.


So strings play gently,

notes short and long;

May to November,

an aging song.



For Thursday Poets Rally



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