in the puddle’s universe
Saturns abound
rings need no moon
A New Galaxy Appeared
The Curvaceousness Of Water
specific
in her direction
indirect in her approach
Cold Curves
bubbles and froth
in a static state
softness solidified
David Hockney’s Water
deep in the woods
in the small brook
his paint brush paints
Ephemeral Pool
ephemeral pool
mysterious light
microbial magic
Rush
months of stillness
liberated by
the freeing sun
Bees
they buzz in bubbles
beneath the ice
water is their wings
Effervescence
Beneath March’s icy hold
Spring begins her rise to the surface.