Dark Elegies   

Looking for footholds,
I slowly ascend.
The meltwater trickles
Around the snow-pack,
Drip, drip, dripping
Into the gully—
A blue-green waterfall of ice.
The Sun releases scents
Of warm earth, moss and pine—
The promise of spring
Still distant
From this wintry cut in the rock,
Where I focus on
Making progress
A step at-a-time.
I envision myself there,
Not only for its beauty,
But because I need to imagine
Obstacles overcome
Through perseverance.

© 2006 Adriana Davies