Over the smooth center a mountain is creased with white. Along the marshy edges mated pairs of ducks feed and nest. The drake zooms overhead in a noisy display. And look for a cure in the dense growth and open space. In a jungle of humps and deep holes roots With enough water spread out for air.
Trees grow in green wreaths of grass and fern.
Needles and leaves make spongy places between The great knots of wood rock and fallen logs. Fungus and lichen cover the branches With flakes of loose pastel in soft layers. Stopping to look at a flat spot by turbulent water Whirlpools and eddies suddenly a white curtain falls. Crystals of ice ping and bounce off the high spots And melt in drops that tingle on my face and hands. Resting alone a yellow birch leans over The water's edge and reflects a moment of time.