Melting Snow

A lyrical poem

Photo by Martin Reisch on Unsplash

The snow is melting
in a tundra of white thunder
with a steady drip, drip, drip
falling quickly

I hear the roof sighing
as the gutters are crying
it all feels too dreary and weary

Yet under the crunching
I sense a swell of growth growing
wondering and waiting to be seen

A silence where primroses will beam
their sunny, sensual shades
a far cry from this artic whiteness

Daffodils, tulips, and crocus
will also seem to sing
when this frosty frozen foray melts away

Until then, I’ll stay close
to the sounds of the snow thawing
and the winds whipping

While I let myself dissolve
into the artistic puddled piles of snow
dotting the paths
lining the streets
curled around parked cars
and I’ll keep
an inner light on for Spring

Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC is the author of three beautiful books of poetry and prose. She’s also a licensed mental health therapist in private practice. To receive an email notification when she writes something new, click here. To join Medium and receive unlimited articles to read, subscribe here.