Seethe
The still water of the northern swamp
shone like anthracite coal
lending a rainbow hue to the reflections
of maiden hair fern
and skunk cabbage.
Strangely, maples rooted wearily beneath
in the hidden depths of blue-blackness.
Sunlight sparks like fireflies.
The leaden air caskets the first layer
of rampant growth,
misting moss,
masking mushrooms
where slick green frogs hide.
The heat bakes the bank but the swamp
seethes in delight.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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