Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Summer-Rick's Pool

Summer-Rick's Pool
Vine charcoal on Strathmore paper
5 1/2" x 8 1/4"

Rick’s Pool

In spring its surface is inscribed
With trails of water bugs
Across the water’s answer to the sky

On August nights the moon dips low into its darkness
While heavy breathing frogs chant
Their shimmering songs

In late October while birds make haste
Brittle pieces of color float,
Then sink, as autumn’s moment dies.

Muffled and bare at last,
And wrapped in December’s shroud
It waits in silence for what comes next



4 comments:

Lisa McShane said...

Tears in my eyes. I really love that.

Tess Traylor Walls said...

Oh Deborah, this is beautiful and as a Northeast Texas native, so perfectly descriptive. Thank you for this...

Tess Walls

Casey Klahn said...

These speak well; softly and yet with authority, too.

Sara Lubinski said...

Ah, your poetic nature comes out in words too! How beautiful!