The frozen waterfall

 

A frozen waterfall,

Its flow coagulated and coalesced,

A bluish white suspended corpse,

Bearing its beady threads of eerie stillness,

Both scary and beautiful.

 

A frozen flow,

Mummified tiny streams,

Caught and imprisoned

in the deep chambers of icy winters.

 

A hanging frozen life,

A dangling grave,

Icy ripples, folds, noodles,

paranormal braids,

crooked translucent curls,--

cold, lifeless, glassy.

 

A tangled hibernating mass,

Waiting for the spring sun

to dissolve and melt

and get liberated from the entrapment;

to gush out from the frozen womb of silence;

to chime with rippling songs of life;

to cascade with pride and vanity;

to get back to the business of life;

to flow with the song of spring;

to unleash its frozen soul

with flowing, falling, rippling warmth.