frozen in blue swirls
the creek mirrors bare trees above
dead leaves below
The turning of the year brings longer but colder days, cold-snapping the creek water into fantastic swirls.
Pilgrim Creek may be frozen on top, white ice rimming the banks, slate blue ice midstream, but underneath, the water still wanders on like a sojourner taking one step forward, one steps sideways, one step forward, one step the other way, but always onward.
Raccoon tracks left in the mud along the bank after it was carved into waves by the latest flood waters.
A patch of white ice looks like a swimming polar bear.
An illusory mountain appears to be reflected in the crackled ice.
This ice pattern looks like an Aboriginal bark painting.
Nature, the consummate abstract artist.