Thaw

Eavesdrop Percussion

Icicles extend in gleeful raindrop sound

Long and lean, their crystal spears, thaw to touch the ground

The quickening of time, spent in worshiped sighs

Once a hardened truth leans toward softer lies

Capturing the sun, dilute of flame or boil

Clear articulations wet the sovereign soil

Rhythmic vanities, slip in joyful sum

Once the force of mighty cold, puddles to become

Listen to the way of winter passing on

Clear and resolute, to beat in certain drum

A delicate command, the slightest turning point

How quiet is the power pure, that nature does anoint

So too, does melt to flow, as subtle pulse to course

Once in winter sleep, heard as forth it pours