The first time it was still mild.
We climbed your rocky outcrops
And dared our feet upon slippery stones
While you thundered past
In restless foment, rushing ever
Onwards to your next destination.
Then you freeze over, become huge
lumps of snowy water piled high
thrown about by unseen forces
a giant’s hand playing snowballs with your torrents
as they lay temporarily stilled
by winters harsh frozen taste.
We saw you once with icicles hanging
all around your edges, chandeliers
glistening in this sunlight
delicate and deadly, droplets of motion
frozen into time. You draw us back, year on year
Always to see your majestic beauty.