By Coonamessett Pond
He sits and reads
a page or two read,
and then-
look-
swimming ducks.
They glide without effort
over the smooth shimmering surface.
Now a head
then a body
plunges into the water.
Circles of small waves
move out even to
the pond's edge,
as the mottled duck
comes up again.
Put the book aside
and read the pond.
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What a dramatic contrast to see the picture of the pond in summer as I look out my window at the frozen lake at the bottom of the hill! The imagery in the poem grabs the reader. I like how the last three words have me imagining the "reading" of a scene without relying on the printed word. Nicely done, Jack.
ReplyDeleteVery Nice. Reading one's environs seems very New England. But how read it when it keeps diving beneath the surface! Was it a pied-billed grebe, aka helldiver?
ReplyDeleteA pleasure to read. Thanks.