Seething

The still water of the northern swamp shone like anthracite coal lending a rainbow hue to the mirrored reflections of maiden hair fern and skunk cabbage. Strangely grotesque maples rooted wearily beneath in the hidden depths of blue-blackness. The summer sky above hang topsey turvey Its sunlight sparkling like fireflies upon the still water. The leaden air caskets the first layer of rampant growth, misting moss, masking mushrooms, where slick green frogs hide beneath pink pond lilies. The heat bakes the red clay bank cracks gape like the toothless open mouth of a baby. Layers of hot air create mirages of fright as the swamp seethes in delight.