Monday, February 21, 2011

River Tangle

A tangle of reed and snow, and somewhere below them, ice and cold clear waters running free.

When Spencer and I stopped on the bank of the river to look yesterday, the hidden river below the tangle was singing, and icicles suspended from nearby trees provided the percussion. The trees and telephone wires overhead formed a vast Aeolian harp, the north wind playing its chosen instrument like a virtuoso. There were wild musics everywhere we turned.

5 comments:

One Woman's Journey said...

Similar view has disappeared from my area - Spring is around the corner - I smile...

girlunwinding said...

Sounds like a glorious time spent out doors
~Dawn

Cindy said...

The rivers are singing around these parts too....heralding Spring.

the wild magnolia said...

"Wild musics" are my favorites!

Thank you for sharing.

Have yourself a fine day!

MeANderi said...

How beautiful! "clear waters running free...singing" from below. I'm jealous :) Even winter sings to you! :) What a wonderful symphony...
Christine