Showing posts with label pond. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pond. Show all posts

Sunday, January 28, 2024

After the harvest of the ice

A pond remaining, open,
Frigid temperatures falling,
Storehouses full, ready,
For warmer months to come…
 
After the harvest of ice,
Older ways repeated,
A scar for a moment
A pool of open water…



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January 28, 2024
After the harvest of the ice
 
1/28/2016
Photographs of ice pond
after the harvest of the ice
by the Amish community
Route 11,
Patten, ME
 
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Poetry, Amish, ice pond, ice, saw, blocks, pond, Patten, ME, tradition, ice house,
 
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Sunday, June 17, 2018

6/15/18 9:07pm - Frog Pond Chorus, at Haymart, Mill Street, Patten, ME



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http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2018/06/61518-907pm-frog-pond-chorus-at-haymart.html


bullfrog, frog, peepers, mating, song, serenade, lullaby, chirp, croak, hum, pool, pond, night, darkness, Patten, Maine, nature, creation, dusk, nocturnal,

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Saturday, May 08, 2010

Antlers in the Marsh

The ancient oaks
long losing their leaves
their branches shattered
the bark bled away
the wood underneath
turning like ivory
antlers in the marsh
standing like sentinels
waiting for the hawks
to find a place to alight

May 8, 2010


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