Melting Ice, A Visual Poem

It’s more like mud season here than winter.  Ice is melting off every roof,  bouncing off whatever gets in its way until it soaks the ground.  It finds its way down the back of my sweatshirt when I open the barn door and drips on top of my head when I reel in the clothes line.  And it plays a constant song.

The hens are back out of the coop, enjoying the melt.

3 thoughts on “Melting Ice, A Visual Poem

  1. Lovely, calming sound of the water dripping off the roof. I could listen to that all day.

    Vancouver, WA

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