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| Norman Crabtree |
The Hidden Brook
Dragonflies flit across the surface of the stream,
wings white, iridescent, caught in sunlight.
Unseen spirits perch there, riding over flowing water.
On the surface, strands of green hair
float on the fast-flowing currents.
Water nymphs clutch autumn leaves
to drop over the foaming weir.
Golden kingcups line the green banks,
homes to furry bumble bees,
while tight balls of fragile gnats,
rise and fall above the eddies.
A sudden rainbow flash among the willows,
a kingfisher breaks the surface of the mill pond.
Tiny spirits wait with nets of gossamer
to trap small fish which gleam like silver
in the shadow of the ferny banks.
As the pale moon wanes in a primrose dawn,
the mysterious and magical disappear.
So begins an ordinary day.
© Sarah Das Gupta
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| Sarah Das Gupta |
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