
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.
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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