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Pond Picture

POND PICTURE

     (rooted… light)

I see in the cloud

    (grounded, pink)

spread across the water

    (stately… stillness)

a pine moving in the waves.

     (tall… fleeting)

It’s a path.

     (strong… sky)

And it’s a place. 

     (solid… hill)

Light sorts through shadows 

and moves on.

…………………………………….

Upright. Erratica. Curves.

Hemlock. Cedar. Geese.

Window to a lake.

Sky with a dark hill. 

Needles hung with rain. 

Misty. Gentle. Calm. Serenity.

Silver beads glisten. 

It’s not a still life.

A merganser flying by.

………………………………………

During the storm

temperatures colliding

mist appears

rising by the hill.

    How many kinds of trees? 

    How many colors of trees? 

The mist doesn’t seem to move. 

It drifts. It hangs.

     How many different heights of trees?

     How many different ages of trees?

Some of the mist reaches the sky

and becomes almost invisible.

     How many healthy trees?

     How many unhealthy trees?

Mist shifting shapes

forming and dissipating.

I too am constantly changing.

     How many birds nests in the trees?

     How many squirrels in the trees?

Mist hesitating.

Big clouds waiting. 

     How many owls in the trees?

     How many rabbits among the trees?

I want the mist 

to be where it wants to be.

………………………………………………..

    I thought I wanted to live

     in a small red house on a hill

     by the Union River.

…………………………………………………..

Endless exploration of Rebel Hill. 

Why go? Why not explore here?

by Tammis Coffin, Molly Kealy, and MaryAnn McGarry, 8-25-20

Note:  Tammis Coffin was the inspired, spirited guide that orchestrated the collaborate poetry and drawing session at Hopkins Pond- a very special place that connects the three of us. Tammis collected our writing and then wove the pieces together beautifully, adding some touches, creating a treasured memory for us to share.  

In between writing our individual pieces and then interspersing and sharing our lines we drew images of what we were observing, focusing on the view and not looking at our hands marking up the paper. The collage below is the result.

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