“Walking Over Water,” a poem by Daniel Holland
Walking Over Water
Stick falls off oak tree in winter’s bare delight.
Thin stick over deep water, chilled water.
“Courage!” I say to my bare tingly toes.
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On this very hot summer day the feeling of tingly toes is delightful. And to thing that there will be winter and chilled water once again in a cycle of seasons.