Spring Runoff


Laden clouds are awaiting their cue to
unburden their load across these fields,
swollen pastures already saturated
are powerless to decline the deluge;
where sky meets ground on far horizon
grass reaches up to meet the drops,
and tillers of soil await impatient
to sow in fields now ponds,
the towering Pines apathetic to the plight,
roots sunk deep over years of growth
through dry seasons, welcome the rain;
ditches fill to the roads, as orphaned
water seeks its home in the saturated earth;
the rivers flowing frothy and brown are raging
towards the Columbia then on to the sea,
as a teeming horde of locusts devouring
the soil, it travels where it may
depositing its silty spoils in the sea.

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