Shining pools that contain shadowy glimpses of a reflected world. A watery looking glass, into a parallel place.
Sparkling, gentle, quiet, it lays above the sodden cold land slowly being absorbed down. Deep down through the tiny passages that echo earth worms, organisms and the tangle of roots that are blind to the sun. A cascade into the heart of Mother Earth. I hope she is drinking up all the liquid gold and dazzling brightness and that it will flow into her veins and replenish her ancient bones to keep her strong.
What would the world be, once bereft of wet and wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
Moles will be relieved to see, as many others will, that this watery world is subsiding now.
The green has returned for now.
And if you listen, the song of Spring is in the wind.