Mary Nida Smith
DEVONSHIRE POND
By Mary Nida Smith
Gray clouds welcome
the morning with mist
descending downward
toward Devonshire Pond.
Pulling veils of fog
creating strange scenes,
eyes glow
above half buried logs.
Bullfrogs’ voices echo
between spring cattails
playing leapfrog
along water’s edge.
Sunrays push through
pulling fog upward
to display pollywogs
and dragonflies flirting
with turtles asleep
until temperature warms
to lift gray clouds
from Devonshire Pond.
- Lovely description, and visual through poem. It drew me into nature’s dance, with the pollywogs, dragonflies, and sleeping turtles.
- Thank you one and all for your kind words. I am glad everyone enjoyed my journey to Devonshire Pond.
- you’ve captured a beautiful moment in time, Mary.
- Love those sundays pushing through. You’ve captured it so well!
- Mary Nida
Beautiful Beautiful - Really nice, Mary NIda. I can see it, feel it, and hear it.
- Yes, Mary, I can see this scene. There is something mystical in fog on water. My poem describes a harbor in Maine, so I can relate to your Devonshire Pond coming to life, too. I can hear those bullfrogs!
- Mary Nida, DEVONSHIRE, is such a beautiful sounding word. It drew me in immediately. The images are so alive. I visualized the poem as a picture book.
i love ‘…spring cattails/playing leapfrog/along water’s edge.’ and ‘Sunrays…/pulling fog upward’
- Mary Nida Smith:
I hear the fog tumbling down with the clouds and then levitating up with dragonflies.
What gracious movement!
Jeanne Poland
- I love the image of dragonflies flirting with turtles!
