Friday, December 18, 2009

the little stream

the little stream
in very late autumn.

a quiet place
that is known to the smaller animals.

in the winter
it is visited less frequently.

its treasure
concealed beneath a film of ice.


like the little stream
making its way
through the mossy crevices
i, too, quietly
turn clear and transparent.

16 comments:

jinksy said...

...but hopefully, not similarly turned to ice! Brrr....

Pauline said...

ice, stillness, silence - winter is captured beautifully in words and photos

Lydia said...

The iced creek is tunning in its beauty. A peace-giving post.

Bee said...

Your gift for matching words and pictures is peerless, Steven!

I'm so glad that you can revel in winter's beauties.

Golden West said...

I wonder where the stream's water leads eventually - all the way to the Gulf of Mexico?

Jenny Stevning said...

...a wee, sweet post...still vicariously satisfying my winter angst and longing... :)

steven said...

jinksy it's pretty darn cold - minus nineteen celsius during the day and minus twenty six at night - but i'm hanging in there and managing to keep warm by reading all these lovely comments and parking some grog in me as i do so!!! steven

steven said...

thankyou pauline - some truly snowy and icy pics are forthcoming but i need to pass into my holidays first before i get those pics!!!!!! have a lovely evening. steven

steven said...

hello lydia - it's such a beautiful little spot only a couple of hundred metres from where i am at this moment. i'll be nipping over there again tomorrow. have a lovely evening. steven

steven said...

goodness bee - i'm really thankful that you like this blog so well!! when i write and photograph and source out words, i follow my instinct and hope for the best. "the best" being when someone really gets what i was trying to share. that's why i'm thankful!!! have a lovely evening bee. steven

steven said...

golden west - i'm thinking you're probably right! i wonder how long it takes? have a lovely evening. steven

steven said...

jenny stevning - are you a northern hemisphere girl by birth or desire? you need to live where the sun drops low after november. where the snow blows after october. where the woods whistle with a wind bred in the arctic. where your house cracks in the middle of the night because it's changing shape in the frigid temperatures. in the meantime - enjoy this little space - i'll do what i can for your vicarious experiencing!!!!! steven

hope said...

Thanks for finding beauty in ice. Because it's been raining here all day, the temperature is dropping quickly and I hope sleet doesn't follow!

And yet, the ice in the photo looks like frosting on a cake, not a destructive force of nature. :)

Richard Jesse Watson said...

Nice, Steven. It's funny to think that the film of ice that forms on the top of a little stream serves as a blanket of sorts for the fish and dwellers in the stream. Winter does offer us treasures if we are willing to see them.

steven said...

hello hope!! the winter provides a real test for finding beauty beyond the surface. it's bitterly cold, uncomfortable, life is predicated on self-preservation and of course there's not a lot of colour other than white, but there's little pockets, little treasures, little insights that make it all suddeny melt away metaphorically!!!! i'm glad that you saw one of those moments in the photographs! steven

steven said...

hi richard jesse watson - the snow is the best insulation, the ice protects the little creatures in the water, the trees are very much alive even though their leaves are turning into food for them at their feet. it's all good. all magical, all natural. yes, there are treasures if we are available to see them. have a lovely day. steven