the brook is born between two stones
- murmurs downhill under snow,
a voice of woods and water
stepping awkwardly,
gathering volume through
ravines with rock and log–
the river and the sea are calling
but the brook hears its own flow
one drop at a time
in servitude to gravity
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About rivertoprambles
Welcome to Rivertop Rambles. This is my blog about the headwaters country-far afield or close to home. I've been a fly-fisher, birder, and naturalist for most of my adult life. I've also written poetry and natural history books for thirty years. In Rambles I will mostly reflect on the backcountry of my Allegheny foothills in the northern tier of Pennsylvania and the southern tier of New York State. Sometimes I'll write about the wilderness in distant states, or of the wild places in the human soul. Other times I'll just reflect on the domestic life outdoors. In any case, I hope you enjoy. Let's ramble!
Hi Walt…..cool shots…. no pun intended. Looks like its time to sharpen up your ice auger. The deer? Even they’re looking for easier going and an easy meal.
Hey Les, the deer are wondering what’s up with all the stressful weather, but I kind of like it, at least for now. This morning, saw a few guys out on the ice with augurs for the first time. I’ve got one of those tools but the problem, for me, is that the water doesn’t move!
Great photos, Walt . They make me want to strap on the snow shoes and go for a stroll…especially after Christmas shopping all day!
Thanks Bob! Christmas shopping? Oh yeah. Still on the radar screen for me. I’m gettin’ there… Where’s my snowshoes….
I’ll stop complaining about the 40-degree weather now!
Enjoy it, Jim; it could be a whole lot different!
Well said.
Love those deer.
Thanks Alan. Those deer don’t look too happy, from my perspective. Snow and hunters everywhere.
Awesome pictures and poetic thoughts.
Thanks Mary, and happy holidays to you!