NaPoWriMo Day 11 – on golden pond

Day 10

sunshine warms my sullied soul
under my wellies frost crunches
a skiff of ice on the pond
melting in diurnal smiles
mr. sun winks through skeletal tree branches
sticky snow has succumbed
verdant green mosses soak in sunny days
robins rip worms from warming a earth
phoebes flit in riparian splendour
trees sway in the aromatic breeze
punctuated by pileated 'peckers aiming for glory
mellifluous red-wing blackbirds trilling in chorus
grackles cackle with contempt
territorial stories of spring
sadly snow falls again on my golden pond

Write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place. Think of the “surprise” ending to this James Wright Poem. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details.

Interesting prompt. I woke at 5:30 a.m. with a cat shrieking at another. We'd had 10 cm snow overnight, and things are a bit tense for my boy who wants to go outside and hunt. Lord knows we're overrun with mice friends.

The frog pond was frozen in the morning, but the mallards managed to break some ice. I'm so happy to see them. I anxiously await her desperate-sounding maniacal screams as mating begins. It's a sign, and it means she's building her nest with soft downy feathers.

Last year's downy feather in the nesting box.

This is what she'll soon do!

The greens are beginning to appear. The cattails are about a foot high, too!


Lovely green mosses and Rosetta Pixie Cup Lichen.


Daisy came down and traipsed on the ice. Pileated woodpeckers zero in on bugs.


A phoebe pair is beginning to establish territory at the pond. He's too fast for me, though. It's a game. I focus, he moves. I failed to capture the pair on the same fallen branches in the pond! He was eating actual bugs, almost captured in focus! Another bird-butt photo!