Winter Wavy Creek

wavy creek

waves wash across a creek creating a pattern on the surface

Deeper in the woods, surrounding trees cool the area and snow clings to the ground…melting at a glacial pace. I see a soft sheen of silvery blue, and the waters of a creek are capped with waves. The blue creek looks brown for all the reflections of the surrounding trees. I pause to admire the waves and reflections of the water.

It’s serene here. It brings to mind a poem that reflects on the simple beauty of nature.

    The Beauty of Things
    by Robinson Jeffers
    To feel and speak the astonishing beauty of things—earth, stone and water,
    Beast, man and woman, sun, moon and stars—
    The blood-shot beauty of human nature, its thoughts, frenzies and passions,
    And unhuman nature its towering reality—
    For man’s half dream; man, you might say, is nature dreaming, but rock
    And water and sky are constant—to feel
    Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural
    Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
    The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas,
    The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.

Happy Groundhog Day!


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