Breaking Free...

Brooks, Creeks, Streams and Small Ponds are breaking free. The bondage of winter ice is broken. March appears to be leaving like a lamb. The sound of trickling water can be heard as I walk along a country road. Remnants of ice still cling to rocks surrounding the cascades. But, in just a few days Calendar Spring will have arrived. The temperature were warm again today, and fog enshrouded the meadows and the nearby woods, as snow still lingers. In the gorge icicles hung like wet tissues to the rock walls. The cornfield, also fog enclosed, hides returning Geese. Only their voices could be heard through the denseness.