ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
A small mass of melting snow trickles gently over rocks and crevices,
Weeping as the tears of God,
Hemorrhaging from each pore within the granite,
Shards of glasslike ice,
Churning and percolating over each nook and cranny,
Until what once was an insignificant droplet,
Rages into an incomprehensible force.