Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Clever!
I like your rhythm and movement in words and picture!
Very nice imagery.
Delightful. Thank you.
spring and summer seem to be playing hard to get this year… 🙂
Fantastic words and capture! 😀
Giant green splash coming soon. Nice shot.
Beautiful picture
This is wonderful x
Lovely picture : )
your poem has resonance
I like the line ‘cold that is no longer snow’. It sure looks cold in there
Beautiful – could almost hear the water.
Once again, your words and photo are right on!
Real nice. Reminded me of a babbling brook running merrily along.
nice!
Beautiful
Lovely!
I am always trying to catch summer…. When that brook gets there ask him to have summer wait for me LOL
Exactly!
Your photos awesome! Your words make them captivating.