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UPON THE SILVER POND.
Poetry and Photography by Caroline STREET.

Picture

UPON THE SILVER POND. 

Beneath the vast empyrean,
As the sun diffuses warmth through lacy trees,
I gaze at the watery spectacle before me.  
The surface overlaid with lilies and leaves.  
It is quiet upon the silver pond,
But a spirited energy I perceive.   
 
I stroll around the perimeter,
Better to view the nymphaea in their splendour;
Blooms the size of generous bowls,
Politely displayed upon the water.
 
Young lilies in stages of efflorescence
Are eager to flaunt their charms,
Their buds are enfolded in curving sepals,  
Partly concealed in the depths of the pond.     
 
Huge silver leaves float gently,
Laid out like plates at a banquet,
Inviting eager nature seekers
To partake in the enchanting feast.  
 
I hear a plop here and there -   
A fish gulping down a
Treat of floating algae?    
The atmosphere is energised
With the charming buzz of bees
And the hum of gnats and beetles.  
 
Each flower attracts its share of insects;
Eagerly they drink the sweet nectar
From the tips of pointy stamens,
Or collect pollen from the blooms.
The feeding frenzy is never done,
Yet the harvest is enough for everyone.
 
Passers-by receive a charming welcome
From hovering red dragonflies, who
Coerce the visitors to stay awhile,
With the fine perception that
The visitor’s appreciation will be realised.  


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