The babbling brook wends it way past
many a rock
sometimes passing by slowly and calmly
Some boulders case it to speed up and rush on by
Sometimes whole gatherings of rocks
force it to squeeze through nooks and crannies
Bursting from those crowded tight space
it rushes wildly into the open face of this
who has been kept warm all winter long with a blanket of green and silvery grey.
scratchings tell the tale of a week that couldn't make up its mind
raining cats and dogs one day
blanketing us in snow the next
then another day of rain
A green strip for the Irish
Then silver bellied fish for a Pisces birthday.