no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
Impelled
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
Water in winter is so beautiful!
It is!…in all its forms.
Truly a joy to read these words accompanied by the lovely photo, Catherine.
thanks so much Jet!
How do some say? Go with the flow?
yes, go with the flow 🙂
the image is beautiful and feels, as you say, free; I guess it’s the combination of motion and stillness that gets to me; well-chosen title, too
thanks so much CL. I hope you are feeling better. I know it can be slow going.
I’ve just read your “About” page, which is lovely. Thank you for your honesty and vulnerability.
I can only assume you are a reader of Mary Oliver.
May I ask where, roughly, you live? The rural, snowy landscape appeals to me as I consider end-of-life locations? I’d love woods to walk through, and also water.
Thanks Cate. Yes, I am a Mary Oliver devote. I live in Northern New Hampshire, in the Connecticut River Valley. It is very beautiful here. I love all the seasons – even as each makes its own demands.
A winter scene like this can seem so magical! Fabulous photo and poem, Catherine.
Thanks so much Susan! I hope you are well. ❤️
Lovely! 🥰 well captured!
thanks so much
SO welcome! 🌞
Gorgeous images, visually and verbally. I absolutely love finding a brook that is starting to run free after being held prisoner by a long, cold winter.
thanks Pamela