We hear the steady drip, drip, drips
as melting snow turns to rivulets
racing down the mountainside
chasing along road’s edge in steady stream
to join the roaring river below.
What was once a quiet estuary
turns into churning white water
crashing over rocks and boulders
combining with larger waterways
on their quest to mesh with the sea.
We view the rising river
filling inlets and backwashes,
observe scores of riverbank trees
submerged to their knees
awaiting runoff to slow
and surge to recede.
There’s comfort found days like this
in the knowledge that somehow
no matter how much things change
some still remain the same.
© Ginny Brannan 2017
Day 12 NaPoWriMo Challenge was to use Rhetorical Devices of Assonance and Alliteration: