“The pond had become a meadow
lush with its own dying: a gristle
of lilies and milfoil, a shallow pan
of wither. So little rain had fallen
that summer. The brook, a small canyon
of mud, bisected the meadow-pond,
unflowing, barely wet…”
© David Troupes
Lovely… simply lovely, Nancy.
How beautiful.
Nancy I love this picture and the perfect description…
love that phrase, “a gristle of lilies and milfoil,” — I hope you’re doing well these days (in case you wonder who this is: http://www.dianeschuller.com/blog )
Lovely picture. Apt poem.