Short Ponds Poems
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solunar evening
serene azure beckoning ~
stirrers of the deep
(August Full Moon – Great Lakes and Lake Champlain)
sweet rainy season
alike voice of toads in ponds
no sound when dried up
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
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
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
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
Saw family of four
again here this morning
took a closer look with
my spy glass,
there's really five of
these enchanting living things
only four young ones,
mama makes five though.
Developing so rapidly and
swimming so fine. As
the rest follow mama so close
one always lags behind.
Little legs pushes so well,
to catch up with rest,
of family so together
much to learn, before
mama lets them go.
wrote 6-4-07 at Lowell 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 | Year Posted 2007
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, until
then farewell Lowell ponds,
until we meet again.
wrote 10-5-07 My last Lowell ponds poem I wrote.
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 have,
and doing a fine job,
will depart from them,
so they can finish what must be done,
goodbye, until another fine day.
wrote 8-24-07