Water flows beneath the frozen frost on the banks and the wind ripples the water shapes.
Wind ripples in the shade of the snow
It picks up the wind and learns where to go
Around the shadows of the frozen tree
Where the winter kingfisher waits to see
If the water fish will swim upstream
In their circles like a dream
To hide between the dark of stone
Silently waiting there alone
For the cold to melt away and go
To leave the warmer time and show
The season changing through the way
The flowing water stops to say
When fluffed-up robin stops to sing
Of what he hopes the spring will bring
As rising vapour is unfurled
To tip the skirt of the warming world
To float between the sunlight sift
On the water where the currents drift
The wind plays colours through the light
And takes the pictures into night
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-06-27 at 00:00
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Wind Ripples
Wind ripples in the shade of the snow
It picks up the wind and learns where to go
Around the shadows of the frozen tree
Where the winter kingfisher waits to see
If the water fish will swim upstream
In their circles like a dream
To hide between the dark of stone
Silently waiting there alone
For the cold to melt away and go
To leave the warmer time and show
The season changing through the way
The flowing water stops to say
When fluffed-up robin stops to sing
Of what he hopes the spring will bring
As rising vapour is unfurled
To tip the skirt of the warming world
To float between the sunlight sift
On the water where the currents drift
The wind plays colours through the light
And takes the pictures into night
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 824 times
Written on 2012-06-27 at 00:00
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