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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

This brook flows into our ocean's bay. 
__ During high tide, and due to the loss of that brook's flow, its pools will rise. In winter nights, sheets of ice top every pool and cling to each stone's girth, as those stones reach above that pool's water level.  Later, the outgoing tide drains some depth as that thin ice breaks away to sail toward the sea, by the surge of each pool's rush and flow. Halos of ice remain, clinging to the waist of every standing stone. 
__ Again, the tides will rise. _m

headwater pool
ice halos this naked stone
the tide rises

5 comments:

Rachel said...

Lieber Magyar,
deine Worte fließen als gute Gedanken in uns hinein, umspülen unseren Geist wohlwollend.
Ich hoffe, auch im neuen Jahr noch viel von dir zu lesen, zu lernen.

Meine Wünsche habe ich ja schon hier gelassen,
nochmals nur das Beste für dich und deine Kathy

herzlichst
Rachel

by JFM said...

Beautifully written.
I could picture it in detail with the weaving of your thoughts into words.
Have a wonderful and healthy New Year to you and your family and loved ones _m 💮

Gillena Cox said...

Happy New Year Doug

much love...

moondustwriter said...

message in the sand
sun hangs in moody grey
waves laugh at ice



going to the coast tomorrow and I cant wait!!!

Be well in this new year!!!

Magyar said...

I thank you my friends, as I extend my -Happy New Year wishes- to you all! _m