“Steam rises from the open spring, cooling above on the canopy that protects the pond. A rustling of early frost can be heard. Below, amid the leaf-felled dogwood of summer, preen the last remaining ‘Northerns’ headed south.”
Edition 35 12″H X 9″W X 7″D $1,800
“We have a series of spring-fed ponds on our ranch that stay open throughout the winter. Mallards, geese and others pour onto these springs by the hundreds. I’ve had thrilling days watching them break through the dense gray searching for an open spot on our bird hostel.”
Edition 35 23″H X 36.5″W X 12.5″H $6,800
Frost grows deep
Waters north stilled under ice
Cold, restless, wrench upward outward
Fleeing down the continental reef
By quarter moon sight the North Star.
Iridescent greens and blues
Streak through the dense gray
Clip ice crystals as they come.
Summer’s thick shade now bared.
Losing height, side to side tipping
Down hard, iced wing grounded.
Strewn arms of pine
Etch bank of warm mud.
Steam rising, outlines of huddled forms
Heads tucked in down, at rest.
Fed well on fall’s barley
Guests on the North Pond.
Sherry Salari Sander