“Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-coloured water
And the croaking of frogs—
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.”
Sunday Sayings: Amy Lowell’s “The Pond” and a photo of climbing nasturtium vine leaves creeping across my pond
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This gives clear meaning to the word – afloat. Exquisite. I shall think of it like a bird.
you have seen so clearly Neil – yes indeed these skull across the surface with barely a ripple, gathering dewdrops in their saucery leaves
Wonderful, as is your creeping nasturtium that has pretensions of being a waterlily
so very like lily pads though now two garlands are meeting covered in red orange and yellow blooms