creek.
Isha Kumar
Isha Kumar
Jan 25, 2015

The tears
that cascaded
down her
cheek
were enough
to make
a mighty
creek.

#sad   #tears   #water   #gloom   #creek  

Under forest canopy:
Hippie kids, Hippie parents,
Hippie grandparents.

Culture of Saskatchewan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture_of_Saskatchewan
.
#hippie   #kid   #forest   #saskatchewan   #creek   #canada   #beryldov   #ness   #wikipedia   #canopy  
Joyce Ni
Joyce Ni
Dec 14, 2014

I walk beneath the shadows of dragonflies and
in fields of stunted daisies
A witness to migrating monarchs
Whose voyage is eons from being completed,
with 3 weeks at most to live.

I walk in pale fields of dusty sunbeams
and loud fading moonlight
Humming crickets play accompaniment
to solo pairs of feet, making way for still creeks
and large lily pads
to find a nice place to think.

#dream   #sun   #moon   #walking   #daydream   #creek   #lily   #crickets   #pad   #fields  
Elioinai
Elioinai
Oct 18, 2014

Pink petals float on water
Bubbles dance down on the rocks

Flowers fall like snow
As lace upon the grass

Beams of gold spread on the ground
And leaves reflect the sun

April 3, 2012
#gold   #flowers   #green   #spring   #grass   #leaves   #sunlight   #creek  
Andrew Wenson
Andrew Wenson
Nov 5, 2014

Amongst the monardas
Horsetail, Susan's black eyes
You can almost feel it:
freedom, life.

It could just be the heat.

#freedom   #flowers   #up   #nature   #lake   #meadow   #north   #creek   #gaia   #swamp  
I would love to live by a dear creek.
Marian
Marian
Jan 27, 2013

I
Love creeks
They're pretty
I love dear creeks
That bubble and flow
With ice-cold clear water
Creeks are where the Fairies live
With peace and harmony soothing
I would love to live by a dear creek.

~Marian~

This is my first reverse nonet!

The gates of hell are never jammed,
their creaks and groans always welcome the damned.

in the little creek that crawls through town,
Brandon Hall
Dec 12, 2015

Just beneath the road insensate,
in the little creek that crawls through town,
the rains brought him.
Iron-blue, patient, slender, high sits his head –
a lance, now raised – now half-tilt as he sights his prey – raised again
as a drifting leaf disrupts his aim.
Upstream he prowls, that his prey sees
him not.
He stalks with long, slow strides, his legs thin and
graceful not to disturb the quiet current of the water and
give himself away to senseless quarry. Few call him spindly,
I imagine. Not I.
By the shore, fish-bones, whole
but for the flesh,
sink into the mud.
A thoughtless dart, a flash, a writhing
beast falls still on his speartip.
What am I, then, that
he flies when I draw close?

#nature   #wildlife   #hunting   #fishing   #musings   #creek   #heron  
The creek stinks;
Hailey P
Hailey P
Feb 25, 2014

The river flows,
The creek stinks;
Both are canals,
But a creek is much narrow.
And the river and the sea,
are connected,
The creek?
Most of the time it really,
really stinks.

dry creek beds were prevalent in 2010
Elizabeth Squires
Elizabeth Squires
Mar 30, 2013

dry creek beds were prevalent in 2010
2010 was a drought year around here
here the creeks didn't have any flows
flows of water in their bone dry beds

rains finally came in the middle of 2011
2011 was a drought breaking year here
here the dry creek beds then did flow
flow with fast moving surges of water

 
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