evanescent

Day #1 NapoWriMo

A steady dripping

from the slanted eaves
is the sound of spring's
belated entrance.

The wind breathes a tale
of evaporating snows,
of nights dark and long,
of light biding its time.

I wait for the rains
to unbind the ice
that chains the rivers

and locks away the seeds,

Eager to uncoil
from their pithy gist,
to unfurl their longing
into alpine meadows.