--from Walden by Henry David Thoreau
Henry David and His Pond
Mirrors are everywhere in the forest--a lingering dewdrop, the crinkly ice
not yet mellowed by the early March sun,
pristine streams, streaming dreams
of young boys walking, running, wild
beneath the canopies of heaven.
and the rivers and lakes, let's not forget them.
how like an errant river are my musings
at times-- and lakes of shimmering ripples
that glint in the sun and in my eyes.
and then there's the pond, The Pond, that is.
Henry David, if I may address you as a friend,
what happened on the shores of Walden?
Can the mirrors of waters reveal who we are?
I mean, who we really are?
My little pond, not crowned with precious gems,
but rather a few bold cypresses and cattails:
how many times has your reflective surface
inspired peace to soar like the blue heron
that I often see right after dawn,
whose reflection brings double-joy.
The contemplative sage of Walden Pond
is quick to invoke the abundance of beauty;
and that from beauty springs self-knowledge,
and from self-knowledge flows serenity
and from serenity encompassing gratitude.
Nothing more required;
Just look in the mirror.
Poetry by William Hughes
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Written on 2026-03-06 at 15:29
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