For Marian’s prompt over at Real Toads – one word:  sensation

the creek is still and reflects the bare winter trees.
the weather is bitter cold and sleet is falling –
circles over circles over circles
spreading about on the surface of the creek.
I wonder if the creek feels the sleet falling into it
the same way I feel sleet falling and hitting against my skin.
bits of cold fire sear my skin.
bits of ice making circles over circles
on my cheeks – the ice tapdancing against the fallen leaves.
bitter cold today.
spring-like Thursday.
The frogs are silent now.
I wonder where they are hiding
and if they feel the same sensation of ice falling
the same way I do.

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jim
    Feb 09, 2019 @ 22:59:15

    Yours is interesting too, Toni. I liked all the contrasts. I couldn’t make head or tales of mine, just what came to my nutty mind. I might should change the last verse.


  2. kim881
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 03:16:27

    I think we’ve gone for the same kind of sensation, Toni – cold. I like that you’ve chosen the creek to convey the coldness with the echo of the ‘eek sound, even in the ‘bits of ice making circles over circles / on my cheeks’, and the silent frogs are echoes of Basho.


  3. sanaarizvi
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 05:09:39

    I agree this is absolutely stunning and reminds me of work by Matsuo Bashō! Woww! ❤️


  4. Kerry
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 06:42:19

    I really like how you took the word ‘sleet’ and matched it with other -ee- and -ea- words. It adds an edge to the description of the cold.


  5. Marian
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 08:37:36

    Ahhh, this is a really nice reflection. I’d like to be out in the woods today, in the ice and cold.
    I was giggling to myself a bit reading this because I grew up pronouncing creek as “crick” so the rhymes don’t work for me. 🙂


  6. Gypsy Moon
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 09:08:11

    This is beautiful, Toni. I especially love this section:

    “circles over circles over circles
    spreading about on the surface of the creek.
    I wonder if the creek feels the sleet falling into it”


  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 10:22:14

    I really love the observation of the circles on circles… exactly the look of open water exposed to sleet.


  8. Carrie V. H.
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 10:24:47

    I wonder this to Toni. Your questions and reflections are a beautiful way of showing the feelings of sleet more clearly. I love this!


  9. Helen
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 10:46:42

    I live in a part of Oregon that does not experience sleet often ~ I felt plenty of it growing up in the Midwest. I recall the sting, the bite. Now I experience what we call “corn snow” and it’s kind of fun.


  10. Sherry Marr
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 12:00:10

    Toni, such a beautiful poem and photo. Is that creek on your property? So gorgeous in its winter blue.


  11. Magaly Guerrero
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 15:46:26

    I really like this reflections. For I, too, often wonder if the rest of Nature feel things the way I do. I’m quite certain they might.


  12. Whitesnake
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 17:24:51

    For some reason my thought went to the Himalayas


  13. Mary
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 19:06:47

    I wonder too if a creek feels the sleet falling into it. Perhaps it is thrilled to receive a gift of more moisture in whatever form. We have had a lot of the ice tapdancing here too. It has been a hard winter, but thankfully spring always comes. And it won’t be long before we will hear the frogs again.


  14. Vivian Zems
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 19:32:20

    I almost reached for my coat while reading your poem. As eloquent and picturesque as always.


  15. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 20:18:12

    You certainly created shivers of cold! Which is pretty amazing, as I am in the middle of a sweltering Aussie summer just now.


  16. purplepeninportland
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 20:39:25

    Love your use of circles. They never end, do they? Beautiful poem, Toni!


  17. Wendy Bourke
    Feb 10, 2019 @ 21:41:11

    Love it! The visceral connect – beautifully articulated here.


  18. Judith Evans
    Feb 11, 2019 @ 00:32:28

    I love the sound of sleet on a quiet winter day. As I read this poem, I could feel those “bits of cold fire” on my face. Really enjoyed reading this poem!


  19. oldegg
    Feb 11, 2019 @ 04:07:55

    What a great picture you painted with your words, I expect the frogs are hibernating in the river’s bank somewhere. They might wake up soon Kanzen and start scavenging any insects they can find.


  20. Laura Bloomsbury
    Feb 11, 2019 @ 04:30:56

    I love the subtle repetitions which mirror the falling flakes – and there is a clever allusion to frogs and Spring


  21. sreeja Harikrishnan
    Feb 11, 2019 @ 12:09:29

    chilling….loved how you have made the picture!


  22. Susie Clevenger
    Feb 12, 2019 @ 01:23:42

    If only nature could answer…


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