Like a love poem that fills the heart to overflowing
rain covers the mountain just after the New Year.
Murmuring rivulets dampen once dry leaves,
intersect paths and muddy trails,
muddy shoes and trouser legs.
I plunge through fecund mud and leaves,
become a mud man devoted to sylvan gods.
Glen Falls becomes a roaring torrent,
deceives my ears.
Thinking it close, I forge ahead.
The cascade below the fallsa booming choir.
Bases and contraltos reverberate from hickory and oak.
I bow before the splendor,
prepare to endure cold days ahead,
anticipate Equinox rebirth.