A beaver dam is a site that is constantly changing. Beavers come and go. Water levels rise and fall as they do. This year the beavers are back at the original site that we remember and have enlarged their house. Joe-Pye-Weed is in full bloom and blends with the plumes of Goldenrod. It is a beautiful place to be on this high summer afternoon.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
Winter Walk MLK Day 1/19/2015
A mixed bag of weather
blew in last night
This morning we woke
to this silvery gray world
Get close
and you can see
Every twig on every tree
is coated with snowy filigree
Across the valley
There is no wind
All is still
The humpy back of Whitcomb Hill
A cashmere coat of gray twill
A small party
of Lady Apple Trees
Wait to waltz around
the snowy field
Mike's gathering tank
reflects the scene
It's a new point of view
These leaves of oak
Hangers on
Hangers on
Remnants of summer past
Last to leave the party
Proof
that these pictures
are not black and white
A rock and a paper birch
Mingle
A patchwork of bark
lichen
and
cotton balls of snow
Here is where
I turn around
and head for home.
And take another look
at what I have seen this morning
The end : )
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