​Somewhere snow is falling,
or maybe that’s just ash.
I felt the earth trembling
when the mountain melted
and ran into the sea.
Raw land, at  first blackened,
became a virgin isle,
became a scar that healed.
So peaceful, the ocean
soothing it night and day.
As the wind blows gently
like mother’s loving lips,
cools what was once boiling,
creation in its throes.
What felt like destruction,
a coming together.
M. Zane McClellan
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