Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Avalanche

remorse, a mountain
with a booming roar, lurches forward

bounces, snow cascades down
syllables in rivers, spinning good byes

rushing, splashing from rock to rock
staggering, growing with ice,

tumbling blind, filling craters
devouring crags and valleys

then, this wound of silence
too painful a thing to turn back

still, I look at you once more
through the rearview mirror

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A poem with 3 natural objects in it (dead or living, but definitely from nature)