Once there were fields here.
Sheep grazed under weeping willows
that danced green in the evening breeze, sipping
from the stream so shallow
the smallest lambs clambered lightly
through, cooling their new wool
in the spring waters.
Now, the willows dance no longer,
corpses in the morass of angry water
that swallow fields and life and hope
in equal quantities.
The picture was taken near Pawlet, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.