The pond begins to pull back its curtains of snow and ice, revealing layers of mystery. It holds the sky and still-naked branches in its thawing mirror. With narrow fingers, the upside-down trees reach for last fall's leaves.
This afternoon I walked up to the pond in search of returning wood frogs, but all was silent. Soon, soon.
The photo was taken 3/10/10 at the pond at the top of my hill. Click on image to enlarge.
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