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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