A Moment in Lemuria
I stopped beside a round pool of water... it was black and deep, a fishpond. I watched big, red carp swimming, like goldfish, their scales the size of a dime. It was cold there, but not unpleasant. The spot was shaded by wild willows, all soft-leaved and brilliant lime green. The ground was all covered with moss, deep and plush, like a carpet. I heretofore name it my mossy place, and here I will come when I need a bit of solitude. It will be my secret.
Southern Muse