The Weir


The Weir - a poem by Hazel Goss

Dense, leaning trees, shadow the 

Water slipping, glassy smooth

Towards its awakening. 

Murmuring becomes rumbling, 

Slide over the edge, tumbling.

Impacting, reacting, spurting,

leaping, sunlight sparkling.

Diamond bubbles swirling, jostling,

Racing, laughing, rainbow glistening.

Snowy foam, forming, slowing, 

Wallowing, disintegrating,

Subsiding, sliding, dissipating.

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