Ponds Poems

sturgeon moon

solunar evening
	serene azure beckoning ~
		 stirrers of the deep

(August Full Moon – Great Lakes and Lake Champlain)

Drying Ponds Say

orphan tadpoles plead
home returning foreign birds
to come back so soon


07 October 2021

The Ponds Security

stable is its core
depth and width rarely change up
it guarantees life

Garden Ponds

POND LIFE
  
White water lily rooted deep
Profusive alba in flora peep;
Over the surface,upside down
Waterboatman-nature's clown.
Spiders spin their bubbled bell
Close to a ramshorn in crimson shell;
Stick insects,two inches long
Feed midst a tumultuous throng;
Mosquitoes,midges and water fleas
Breed ' neath the shade of willow trees;
Rush,sedge in tall loose strife
In open ponds that team with life.


re-post from 

The Ponds of Blood Road

Along the blood road
there's thousands of ponds
carved out by American bombs.
An attempt to blast communism
into starry oblivion-
It'll take a hundred years to remove 
unexploded ordinances(uox's)
Children mistake them for shiny toys
every day is black Christmas for children
who play along the blood road-

The metal from war doesn't go to waste
the skin of bombs are made into skiffs

A Billion Ponds

A Billion Ponds
----------------

I came to the land of a billion ponds
where they said there would be (one day) a million more.
A billion ponds shimmered in sunsets;
lined up purposefully for my delight.

A billion birds or more perished on these ponds
and they made twilight unbearable for me,
these billion birds on the trillion million ponds.

So I went away

On Golden Ponds

Sail with me my darling!
Let’s ride on golden ponds,
Our summer times are ending
Winters far too long
Twilight years are mooring
Memories floating high,
Hand in hand we’ll travel
Through sunsets beyond the sky
Guided through every ripple 
Destiny in our eyes,
Love will always remember,
Years that had drifted by,
Boat rides will continue,
In tomorrow’s paradise,
There we’ll see the Loon birds,
Kiss our final

Ponds Edge

One, two
Spirits
Entwined
Side by side
Alone
Yet together
Not identical
Fraternal
Reflections
Images floating
Starry skies
Pond leaves
Debris
Covers
Bright colors
Masking Intentions
Rain falling
Uncovering
Veins of love
Stem to tip
Floating
Stopping
Pond's edge
Embracing

Toads In Ponds

sweet rainy season
                                         alike voice of toads in ponds
      

Three Moonlit Ponds On a Theme

Moonlit Ponds


the moon's reflection
stirs in the pond as ripples
gather around us
so close we're breathing as one
' till our eyes meet   I can't breathe


looking at the moon
holding each other tightly
the whispering wind
breathes our secret to the trees
and laughs ripples on the pond


my fever rages
as a hot caldron burning
you have bewitched me
my spellbound heart skips

Farewell Lowell Ponds

Lowell ponds what
nature you threw
    at me.

It's been nice visiting
you these past few months,
fell in love with your peace
    you handed out.

Red Winged blackbirds long
departed, such a wonderful
bird you were, you showed
me the ways of nature.

Farewell my feathered
friends, such marvels
I saw each day,
I came here.

Maybe next spring,
will come again,

Duck Diving At Lowell Ponds

Ducks from all over
have come to Lowell
ponds for the diving
championship of the pond.

As I watch so many
of them diving to
see who can stay
under the longest,

it will be a close
game, as they all
seem to be doing
    fine job.

wrote 9-28-07

Humid Day At Lowell Ponds

A humid day at Lowell ponds,
falling rain last night,
cleaned up nature's home.

Fresh air do I smell,
such clean water that
covers this pond.

A humid day in Colorado
is such a rare event,
more rain is on it's way.

So this pond will stay
clean for ducks, geese,
and fish to enjoy.

wrote 8-28-07

Red Ants At Lowll Ponds

As I stroll down this trail
on such a refreshing day,
taking heed of where I step,
so many red ants working together.

Transporting eggs and
food to their homes,
under these hills so
colossal and majestic.

Nature has instructed them,
of what they must do, before
       fall is here,
and cold winds come their way.

Such energy they all

School of Bass At Lowell Ponds

Saw a school of
bass this cool morning
to small to catch yet,
but someday they will
land in someone's frying pan.

The pond where they live
is so murky but so far
they seem to be doing fine,
but the insects flying over
the pond, gives them plenty to eat.

wrote 7-11-07

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