The photo is of the stream. I haven’t been over to the pool since the weather has been bad, too cold, dark and quiet.
18.
No stars shine in the cold mirror,
no bright scintillating sky
is reflected in this dark pool.
I hear the stealthy movement
through the sedge and wait,
immobile, breath withheld,
for the wild thing to pass by.
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Beautiful poem, the stream looks fast 💜
The photo is from last spring. It hasn’t rained enough this year for it to be anywhere as full as that. We’re in for another difficult summer, I think.
I think we may be too, I hope you fare better 💜
Milder temperatures and lots of rain (for not too long) would be perfect.
Yes indeed the same would be good too 💜☺️
You had me holding my breath, too.
I agree with willowdot that the stream does look like it’s high and rushing by.
Not nearly as high this year, not enough rain. There’s no rain forecast either.
We could have given you some last night. Rain and wind!
No wind thanks. Too many big trees too close to the house 🙂
I understand. We have big old trees close to the house, too. One reason why the wind scares me.
The big trees here are north and east of the house, and since the gales almost always come from the west, we should be okay. It’s that ‘almost’ that keeps me awake sometimes 🙂
We once had sudden straight line winds come through. There was no storm. It was a sunny day, but all of a sudden this wind came through–it ripped a small tree out and onto my car. I heard a crash and our power went out.
Yikes! Your country is so big the winds and weather systems can do what they like 🙂
Well, you get those other winds–from Africa maybe?
True. But at least we get them quite often and we know where they’re coming from and why. Your weather seems so anarchic 🙂
I guess most times we know–this was years ago, and I don’t remember the explanation. I think the wind came across the river.
But now, it is crazy. All the rain and floods in California and the wildfire there before? And it seems like tornados are all year and can hit anywhere in the country. We do have so many different climates and geography across the US. It seems like the weather is flying and taking things from all of them.
It’s a though the earth had tipped and the balance shifted, but I don’t think it’s stopped. Frightening.
It is frightening.
Brrr!
This series is like a spiral through winter. I like the breath withheld, rather than just held. (K)
I only realise how quiet it is round that pool when I stand still and listen to the echo of the noise I was making tramping through the undergrowth.