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A touch of not yet summer

  Fry touching ripplesUnder waters edgeLips pursed in gulping breathSinewy slips of silverDisciplined blocks of meandering fearFlinching at shadowed shape atopWhere boatmen danceTo tensioned waters torqueYour song comes to me nowAs clouded sky muffles sunshineMy sun has goneCold grows the spot I sit uponChilled by the not yet summered windIt dapples the waters patternDispersing life belowI arise and goDepth of life and loveWashed past in the waters flow
— seabhac, Apr 24, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dearest Liz

this really is a slice of life thanks for sharing beautiful moment you have captured here love and hugs JayCee Quote:- It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.---Robert Green Ingersoll
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 1 month ago

Thanks

Today was a beautiful day by the river, a soft sun teased me to sit awhile and ponder. Earlier this week I was only a few feet from an otter in the water until little Molly dog jumped in and it dissapeared quickly. Our first sand martins have appeared too skimming the top of the river in a wonderful acrobatic display. Love the quote by the way Seabhac
xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

Beautiful Seabhac

You're really showing your talent for writing in abundance...makes me want to go for a stroll though a lovely forest filled with life. Rosina xena465
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 1 month ago

Hi Rosina

We are both very lucky to live in such a beautiful country and feast on the delights of the natural world around us in seculuded spots.In the haste of living I sometimes forget about life. Take the time for the forest filled walks. Seabhac
Ross Hamilton Hill

Ross Hamilton Hill

16 years 1 month ago

hi there

love the first line, I like the poem's staccato rhythm, you've captured a moment in all its mystery. glad things are warming up for you over there. I watched a tv series 'Rivers of Great Britain', the river Dee in autumn, all the colours of the tartans, so beautiful, best wishes Ross
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 1 month ago

Hello Ross

Thank you for commenting. To take a walk in the same place most days could be seen as a bit boring but I am becomming familiar with the curves and contours of this lovely part of the river by doing this ( and getting the dog and I walked too) I am begining to see the subtle seasonal changes with the delight that brings to the flora and fauna of this small area. There is now a new ruling comming into action fully next year where all rivers must be fenced from livestock. I can already see what a change this has made on this new footpath that has been fenced to this directive. I am sure it will be a bottomless source of inspiration for me through all the seasons. Very best wishes Seabhac