
At the inlet’s edge I sit
Just me
Watching
as sunlight swirls eddies into ever changing
abstract patterns
Gold light captured for an instant
melting away in the constant flux
a new curlicue appears briefly
and is gone

Mother’s palette changing by the moment
here a brown leaf flounders past
there a dragon fly skims the surface
flashing blue
At the inlet’s edge I sit
mesmerized by Nature’s Art
no permanent exhibit here
no meet the artist reception
Just me

(at an inlet of the North Guadalupe River at Mo-Ranch in the Texas Hill country)
This is wonderful, Betty. I love how the poem’s pace matches the tone – and what better artistry than nature herself.
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Thank you V. J.!
I have been craving being near water these days and this poem and photos I took a few years ago seemed to set the tone for what I want more of these days…less anxiety and more of the peace I find in Nature.
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Hi Betty – A lovely poem and perfect pictures. It speaks to the longing for peace that I think we’re all craving, and also manages to make the solitude a meditative state of appreciating the beauty of nature. Maybe being out in nature, or the thought of it, makes solitude seem natural and welcome, as opposed to the current situation where we are isolated but not necessarily happy with it.
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Wish I was there too if I didn’t ruin the moment. Thank you Betty.
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Thanks Trish!
Yes, I needed a peaceful break from the world
and revisiting this tranquil moment helps me in the present time.
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This made me sit back and breathe deeply, imagining myself there in your place.
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Thank you Liz! I am happy I gave you a peaceful, quiet moment.
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What a wonderful, serene escape into the art museum of nature you let us share with you. (I tried to be quiet…)
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Thank you!
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Just looking at these photos and reading your poem cause me to sit back and let out a long sigh. Thanks so much for posting this.
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Thank you Geri! I am glad I could bring you a peaceful moment.
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