Water Becoming
Water is only change
Still depth in a mountain pool, now a tumble of light and movement
Slips over the granite edge
Crashing downward, blown sideways, making its own weather
Water becoming music
A spring seeps from a canyon wall
To lilt and trickle and giggle down a hillside
Finding stillness again
Water becoming lupine
Begins as February rain and mist
Emerging again as amethyst and lapis
Brilliant flower mouths sing praise of spring and sky
Water becoming magic
California deserts laugh in colors
Seeds are born from centuries of silence
And replenish their supply
By Beth Benjamin
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