Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods -
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
Robert Frost
photo taken by Tom on April 28
Gorgeous header, Nan! I love spring!
ReplyDeleteA perfect poem to pair with this pool of water. I never tire of Frost.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous Header photograph! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSo, so pretty. Love the blossom time.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and accompanying photo of a vernal pond. The season of the ephemeral is upon us, indeed. The poem and especially the photo brings to mind the wonderful books and art by David M.Carroll, an artist and naturalist. His books include Swampwalker's Journal, The Year of the Turtle, and Trout Reflections. The writing is beautiful and the artwork amazing. Check him out, I think you would like the books.
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It's magical to look DOWN at a patch of sky! Happy Springtime .... Your header says that too!
ReplyDeleteSallie, above, is right! It is magical to see the sky in the small pool. Tom was aware!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem and the photo is lovely! It reminds me of an Escher puddle!
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