For a millennium you were glacial.
Slid oh so slow
through dirt, and stone,
turned mountains into valley paths,
cracked plains, made them seas.
We watched the snow fall,
smother you until we forgot,
when the sun shucked your coat
and the light made you shine.
Change creeps closer in millimetres,
presses the before away carefully,
slips itself into spaces
that hastiness would break.
I love this so!
Thank you. Today seems to be a good poetry day.