This mountain home weathers backwards
Brown winters, white spring
Water fills the air
Wraps the green
Obscures, hides, conceals, dims
Hand extended disappears

I once met a friend at the gas station here
who said, “Isn’t it wonderful?
I love the mystery and beauty.”

I still pray for the possible oncoming car
Stopped at a sign I cannot see
But now I view a secret too
In the white water-filled air
Wrapping the new spring green
Ambiguous, clandestine, intimate, unseen

You can hear the poet discuss this poem on the Reformed Journal Podcast.

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