Today when we got our day of sun, I went for a walk (Yes! I can! Now!) down by the HighPoint catchment pond. Everything was shining....the water, the new grass and the punctuation marks of bright yellow dandelions. The grass was so sleek and so green I wanted to get down on all fours and munch it like a Holstein.
The wind was sharp and it cut tiny glittering knives in the water as it swept across its surface. All was bright and tossing and wrinkled with lights. And miracle of all, there is a wood duck couple who seem to have set up residence in the weeds at the pond's far end. Of all the male ducks, Mr. Wood Duck is the most natty. His suit of black and red and white and his blue beak are immaculate. His feathers are tailored to perfection and his head looks like it has been plastered down with Brilliantine. All he needs to complete his outfit is a pair of spats.
Whenever I see such glitter and sparkle, I think of this poem by Robert Herrick.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!
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