close to its centre
the stream still moves
still
remembers summer
while in its little
slow places
in
the tiny meanders
the water
drifts off
to sleep
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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21 comments:
Beautiful image - the water drifting off to sleep. I like that, as I am preparing to drift off to sleep, dreamily, like water.
Oh my, those grasses standing in the still water are so serene. I like the idea of remembering summer. I can see that in the image. Lovely, as usual Steven. I so look forward to your posts.
What a whimsical thought: that the restless water gets to take a winter's nap!
Speaking of naps, when do you break up from school? (My daughters both finish today.) I hope you get LOTS of quality quiet time over the holidays, Steven.
Beautiful new header.
They could be summer reeds, Steven, from here, and the idea of the river drifting off to sleep is lovely.
valerianna - this stream froze over completely a week ago. at the time i took these pictures the ice was just starting to cover it over. steven
joanna - yes there's something of the stillness of summer. i crossed this stream many many times on my bike rides out of town. it's a sudden and peaceful surprise. steven
ahhhh bee. school ends on december 23rd for us. then it restarts january 6th. it's a long haul from september to here but it's really good and fun. i'll be taking a few winter naps myself over the break that's for sure!! steven
indeed, the water remembers - both winter and summer, I imagine. Such beautiful thought, the small ones, yes?
I love this...!!
I love thinking of winter as sleep rather than death or the revenge of Demeter.
All is sleeping in DC today, except Brother Wind who just can't settle down.
Just lovely! To think of water this way. And to imagine water evaporating is dying so it may be reborn in another place, another time as a raindrop.
beautiful...!!
Ah, the contrast of the grass and the water here is pure bliss.
I wish I had your eye.
pauline - the small thoughts - the ones about the small space, are the ones that i find easiest to understand and then also to love. they lead to the very big ones so quickly but then they become harder to grasp. steven
sandra thankyou - - and thankyou! steven
reya - this was a long day. i walked out the door at seven thirty. walked in at nine. windy blowy light falling snow. i scored a forty minute walk through the dark along little streets with wartime houses. it really settled me and got me back into a soft good space. steven
dan that's where this is going!!! little cycles of sleep and rebirth and fully fledged living. rocks, trees, leaves, water...... steven
tess i really love being beside small streams, little rivers. islands are the very best. to be near water with small spaces is pure bliss for me. steven
friko - did you know i was born in england? yes, manchester. my sense of humour has deep roots in the goon show, tony hancock, and to some degree benny hill. so when i read your comment the first thing i thought was "well i've got two so i could probably spare one!" a bit irreverent i guess but that's me. tiggerish. steven
Dang! what an awesome poem- STEVEN! You must make a book- you MUST! I insist! I will buy many copies, I swear! The stuff that just falls effortlessly out of your brain is DELICIOUS! Must- make - book.....
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