Written for:  Carpe Diem honors Jane Reichhold (1937-2017) C.) bubbles in ice


Bubbles in Ice

deep in winter
the babbling brook
white as stone

bubbles in ice
holding till spring
the voice of the brook

the mountain brook
still with listening
winter winds

© Jane Reichhold

bubbles holding the voice
of the stream

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

a child laughs
there is a silvery sound
bubbles in ice


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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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  1. Wow … that childs laugh was very clear and fragile I think …

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