The brook is always changing

Weird Poetry

Yesterday

The icy edges weren’t kissing

Like they are

Today.

Now the water runs under shimmering sheets of crystal,

And the light,

Dappling through snow-hugged tree arms,

Is blinding my glacial eyes.

I didn’t have to squint as much

The day before.

But it doesn’t bother me —

Because what I can no longer see,

I can hear clear as quartz,

And the brook makes this bubbling bumping sound

Beneath the merging ice blankets,

And it might be

My favourite sound of the season

So far.

~~~

❤👽

~~~

*** Kissing ice sheets over bubbling brook. ***

Photo & gif by moi ❤👽

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