"The sun argues 

ice to liquid"

from Icicles

by Mark Irwin

We took the dogs to the park today, the city has not yet filled 

 the pond. They wait till late spring to discourage the Canadian 

Geese from nesting. However this pair of Mallards were making 

do with the spring melt water in a low spot. Although they are 

probably our most common duck I love the iridescent heads on 

the males and all the colours you see when they preen.

"I am living deeply now

like the white spider I spy

among the wild roses." 

from These Heady Flowers 

by Elizabeth Kirschner

"All night, this soft rain from the distant past. 

No wonder I sometimes waken as a child."

from Starlight

by Ted Kooser

"It is the process of writing that urges the writer toward a poem’s 

most natural, most effective form. The decisions are best made en route."

from The Poetry Home Repair Manual

by Ted Kooser

"I've learnt the beatitudes of ice

something sacred, something cold, 

demanding respect, a paraphernalia

of horned boots, cowl and padded vest,

for body nicely flexed to winter's mold"

from From Shovel to Self-propelled Blower:

The Immigrant's Progress

by Rienzi Crusz

-15C/5F

"Reciting. They say candle-vigilant 

woods in high Arizona swirl

twisting upward out of red dust

miles of such emphasis.

Like them, dark on dark on dark."

from Hail Mary

by William Stafford

Giovanni Bellini 1488, Virgin with the Child and Saints.

Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, Venice