It's Friday and time for a poetry break. Find the round-up of today's poems at Robyn Hood Black's blog, Life on the Deckle Edge. You will find a plethora of poetic ideas there.
The week started very warm, then rain and now a cool brisk breeze. On Tuesday my hubby and I headed to Hacklebarney State Park, one of our favorites places.
The freshwater Black River briskly cuts its way through rocky Hacklebarney State Park, cascading around boulders in the hemlock-lined ravine. Two tributaries, Rinehart and Trout Brooks, also course their way through this glacial valley, feeding the Black River. Even in the heat of midsummer, the temperature of Black River gorge is cool and refreshing.
Vibrant red and gold near the river.
Those of you who have been there know about the huge rock outcroppings, paths winding through fields of rocks, and a stream running through a valley of boulders, finally ending at the Black River.
Steep stone steps
Littered with leaves--
Blond, mustard, saffron, gold--
Shards of summer sun.
© Karen Eastlund
Freerange Stock Photo: Hacklebarney
The way was rocky...
Have a good week, everyone...
