fairly simple, simply fair

On two pictures by Redheron and JN

Sunset, ice, bare trees
Frozen into a vertical past -
The pond’s more beautiful than last seen,
Who are they, turning their backs again?

Steps, rocks, and breeze,
Brought out a fresh prospect -
Melt is his heart into the spring,
Then comes a storm to bury it again.


how many times can one say "great pictures"? so i added a few more words here and there. then i broke them into lines.

the 1st half was about the walden pond and alluded to Redheron's very famous picture of some very famous CNDers.

the 2nd half built upon JN's original poem on his own picture and
gently poked fun at his earnest embracing of the spring - only days after, we had had the biggest late winter storm of the season.

by JN

The bone-biting breeze is our character.
The black and white resemble our hatre and love.
Shrudding off the ice to the pebbles,
Our heart already melt into the spring.