Synonym Sunday: melting

Warmer winds defrost once-frigid ground
grass gradually breaking through melting, frosty mounds
as sun-kissed icicles dissolve into rushing water—
a deeply soothing sound.

Poem is my own, published on 3.8.15.

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7 comments

  1. Rebecca Mitchell · March 8, 2015

    Thank you for the follow! Your poetry is beautiful, I look forward to reading more of it in future.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. skat · March 9, 2015

    Lovely, tranquil and hope-filled.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. vivachange77 · March 9, 2015

    Ahhh, yes. Time to breathe in Spring. Lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

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