Saturday, November 30, 2024

hmmm...


the beauty of the river, it changes

with the cold of winter

the brighter blue of summer gives way to a steely, more greyed version

the ice begins at the islands, creeping, , spreading through the quieter channels 

a land of white, blue, beige and black-green


layers of ice and water

winter stratas


pebbled ice formed during an ice-storm borders smooth ice, formed afterward

the wind died, the cold deepened


translucent blue next to snow-bound shores


nature frames the views


and screens them


water in constant motion creates ice that looks the same

deep shade, black water


Monday I was able to go for a walk, but the rest of the week has been taken up with the sickness rebound

it was a vicious one but thankfully, though all the others were ill this week, I stayed healthy 

lots of soup-making and looking after the wee ones whilst their parents recovered

hoping we are finally, truly, through it now but life comes one day at a time and that's how I'm taking it


3 comments:

Christine Barnes said...

Your beloved river tells its story through your voice. I love this chapter, beautifully framed by your words and illustrated by the river itself in your stunning photos. I hope your family continue to recover.. stay strong and well.

Magpie's Mumblings said...

The river is beautiful - so many amazing colours, both in the ice and in the water itself. I love the trees in the first photo, so stark against the coldness that surrounds them. Great photo!
Stay well!!!!!!

Rachel said...

Sending healthful thoughts! But thank you so much for the poetry of your descriptions, crisp and clear like the air.