Spring rills .

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Spring rills

Long have the rills of the spring rain Fed the deep roots of the forest And flowed over hills to the plain, sunk down in the marsh to languish. They sink down to the time-laden loam, the urgent, young freshets of March; They meander and find their way home, and sit at pond-ashram of mud. As they twist into lotus of stillness I creep at the edge of the clearing; And I watch rippled ritual slow-bless The gentle of sight, subtle-hearing. And I'm set into April's warm dreaming by the stir of the breeze and the lingering of the sun, rushèd farewells avoiding turning suddenly, amorous, feelingly To light the wan lantern of night; Long has she flickerèd, steadily dispelling an unholy fright: dark unknown and dun magic, ready Long for the rills of the spring rain to feed the deep roots of the forest and flow over hills to the plain, to sink down in the marsh to languish. ___ ![splitendbranchwarm 2.jpeg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/dpend.active/oIUFwjsU-split-end-branch-warm202.jpeg) ___ ![waterymire.jpeg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/JuULOy9U-watery-mire.jpeg) ___ ![weedbright 2.jpeg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/dpend.active/98n023jd-weed-bright202.jpeg) ___ This post is original content *— created by @d-pend —* published on-chain on *— April 15, 2020 —* ___ ![waterymire 3.jpeg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/dpend.active/VPDwbIAU-watery-mire203.jpeg) ___ ![weedbright.jpeg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/pYpYpfin-weed-bright.jpeg)