Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
Here’s where Crispina’s image took me.
Secret Pond
Beneath the canopy of spring’s bright green,
A quiet pond lies hidden, calm, and clear,
Where sunlight filters softly through the screen
Of leaves that whisper secrets none can hear.
The ancient trees stand guard along the shore,
Their gnarled reflections pooling in the deep,
As if the water held some hidden store
Of every dream the forest chose to keep.
The grasses bend where earth meets liquid glass,
And sky and branch together, merged as one,
While dappled shadows fall across the grass
In shifting patterns woven by the sun.
Here time moves slow, unhurried, soft, and still,
No sound but rustling leaves and water’s breath,
A secret place, forgotten by the hill,
Where nature rests between its life and death.
NAR©2026
This is “In The Forest” by Van Morrison
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