Tag: pond
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Neringa
The dock is dry today, the pond liquid, reflecting one patch of blue sky, with tufted clouds of cotton. I approach the water from a luring hillside path, deep with leaves, like an alpine slide, pouring crunchy autumn into silky summer. Kelly Salasin, October 2009, VT
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Death’s Tap
Frost makes frozen confection of the lawn while ice forms– too soon–upon the pond and mirrors the bare season to come with angled etchings of broken twigs The dock is slippery when I cross so I proceed with care as if at a viewing of Summer past Just as I step down upon the rock…
Kelly Salasin 