Release my spring flood! Give me great strides! Replace my un-nature!

(It bites hard in me.)


RELEASE MY SPRING FLOOD!

Spring rises. The river lives on my thawing snow and ice
meanwhile the mist is silent still and know its heritages price

GIVE ME GREAT STRIDES!

Storms came. Passed, went hard over the forest-sighing
restlessly with threadbare clothes cutting in the light

REPLACE MY UN-NATURE!

Nature’s hand to mouth is no longer a loved path

Have as can be seen been entrusted to this Spring
that will leave no tracks left from all the frost

(Cut in to the reasonable and was truly mistclothed.)