THE GULLIVER CREEK

I look at the Gulliver Creek
It is flowing, flowing, flowing
Making turns where ever necessary
Its banks are covered with snow
Shrubs, leafless and with leaves
And small trees line the bank

There is beauty not describable 
Objects below the surface are visible
Reflections are majestic
There are animal tracks about
The water keep coming
I turn around

On the other side of the road
The water appears as a pond
But it is moving
Flowing out to Lake Michigan
Its comes from springs
Underground sources

There is a lot of peripheral snow
Ice can be seen forming
No birds are near, but
A black bird is flying down the gravel path

Excitement exists
Wonder also
Where does the water go
Once it joins the lake?
Does it just become part of the larger body?
Does it side track and form a pool in the dunes?

The mysteries of nature
Always different, but always appearing the same
We are fortunate to be caretakers
If that is even possible
Whatever is we accept
We are grateful, fond and sheltered
 
Stanski
January 28, 2020 ^