solid cold granite hard ice dances with the sun
tiny pools of water melt, coalesce and burn with grand ideas
we could form a pond a lake a river
rotting leaves float in rising water
twigs, dead grass, pond scum, beaver wood all join in the dance
a floating matrix gives birth to miracles
water striders ignore gravity
skip over open water
dive down and pop up at will
munch on larvae
are munched on by others
spiders skip along the debris looking for a feast
become a feast
the sun powers this dance and overwhelms me with wonder
After this miracle of nature I wandered among a pond littered with old Cattail puffs sitting elf like on their stalks.
Some even had faces and stared back at me as I poked my lens in their face.