Florissant, Colorado
Rippling over small round rocks
in the chilled afternoon light
of Spring’s sunshine
the cold creek flows—
core of everything.
It exists against the odds
surrounded by green grass
lush from winter snows.
Twisting and turning like ribbon
it whorls into wonder where
birds splash, dip, flick, and flutter.
In casual poses, they gossip gamely
delivering their news.
The water moves beyond the birds
free across acres of time, and
releases me from disfiguring cities
and heaps of numbing concrete.
This poem first appeared in Colorado Life.
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| Grape Creek flowing through the Florissant Fossil Beds National Monument. Photo by S. W. Veatch |
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