a drenched day of rain,
Sandra Pond's icy glitter,
even the birds hide
Copyright 2026 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: My office is in our sunroom. Last week, the outside temperature crept past 80° F (27° C), and I turned on the AC. This week’s rain made me pile on sweaters and scarfs. Yet, I have a stubborn desire not to turn the heat back on. I’ve been shivering like I did on a March visit to Sandra Pond. Before the ice fully melted. Before the robins returned. The way the melting ice reflected the sky was as magnificent and transient as spring flowers.
7 thoughts on “The Magnificent Sky”
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Lovely, Brenda!
It’s been awhile since I’ve come by. It’s as beautiful here as ever!
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Thanks, Resa!
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Lovely poem. We are having the same kind of weather. Feels like fall.
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such a lovely shot of all of it coming together -your words paint the picture of frozen beauty
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Thanks, Beth!
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Yes, our feathered friends are wise and seek shelter in grey weather. Gorgeous sky and landscape shot.
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Ah poor birds, it feels cold, hope it warms up soon, well described!
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