Spring Melting
By Holden Zuras
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
Mr. Sipe
The river point
The flooding point
Where you wash away
The point of rushing water
Separating us
You’re so close, and yet so far
I can feel you,
but can’t see you
A swirling mess of clear blue
It’s like this every year
You’re there and then gone
I know where you went but I can’t follow
Every year you come back to me
But you always leave
I will just wait seven months
For pure white to come again
But by the end
I’m glad
you left
Because you get old and brown
You just look awful
The old house needs to thaw
And my purple hands too
Five months is a little much
So I wish you good luck
As you drift away
As I stand at the river point in spring
Editor’s note: This poem is part of the 2015-16 Young Author anthology.
