The dverse prompt is to choose just one of the dozens of beautiful photos on Sharon Knight’s blog, and let it inspire a poem. The photo I chose (with difficulty) is
In the winter pond, the ghosts
of trees are caught in milky moon
light, pale as smoke and pearly
as the dawn that makes of ice
a glacier sky of frozen stars.
Do fish still sweep and curve beneath
the silk smooth surface of the moon,
the mirror glass of space and time?
Deer cracks the glass from side to side
with dainty hoof and scatters stars
into the watery firmament.
Winter, the sound cracks, gunshot
sharp, like ice on pearly moonlit ponds,
like falling stars, a dainty hoof. Pale
smoke recedes between the ghostly trees.