FOUR PONDS
There are four ponds within a mile of our house, each different. One, at the bottom of a sweeping lawn, mirrors the stately white colonial house. Four white Adirondack chairs stand together. They are always empty.
reflected willows
in this world of opposites
how do I choose?
Narrowing at one end, the water flows under the road, emerging on the other side, first as a stream, then growing into a pond edged with rough bushes and untamed nature.
ice sculptures
on the spillway
flowing lights
Further down the twisting road is a pond which in a dry summer shrinks to hot tub size. This year it has swollen to reach beyond several trees and a picnic table.
thunder storm
algae on the pond
regroup
slate green pond
shadows above and below
the thin ice
6 comments:
Your picture looks as though it's a very peaceful, tranquil place. Very nice haibun, Adelaide...
Thank you, Frank, for visiting.
Adelaide
lovely the way you guided us along to the other 3 ponds
much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
Adelaide
What a wonderful journey around the ponds you've provided - terrific poetry, m' dear.
Warren
Thank you, Warren. It's a lovely ride past the ponds.
Adelaide
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