Last night a wind tiptoed in
A gentle wind, warmer than the season
And in the still darkness, it wafted over mountains
And settled into hollows and over the white ice covering the creeks
If the morning sky clears, then the day’s radiance
Will slowly thaw the earth and thin the glazes covering the waters
Then the streams will laugh again as the frozen sheets recede
And the green water sparkles, rushing down the graveled chutes.