- Jonathan Holleran
Cumulonimbus clouds is where it sprouts.
Rain swallowed into the spring
falling into the steep ravine.
Dropping into its elevation
the gradual movement from high to low.
Unaware of the surrounding terrain;
glistening valleys, evergreen pine,
The water doesn’t slow to gather,
it just continues acceleration.
Fallen cherry blossom stands in the way
yet the water makes its own path.
Twisting and turning ever so slightly,
salamanders and trout look at what to prey.
The water follows its own path,
cold as spring water in a crisp snowstorm.
Soon, the water will meet. Tons
of streams combining together, the
water is no longer unique. From the
mountainous range to a casual lake,
the water comes to a stop wishing
it slowed to take a break.