you find this one
walking in the creek itself
& turn hard right
where the temperature
of the water
around your ankles
drops from warm
tadpole soup
to chilled lemonade
the animals know it
& come here to drink;
I show my children
prints of raccoon and deer,
and what could be either
stray dog or coyote;
footprints filling with water
pressed into the slim bank.
Here, this brook
joins the slower
sun-churned creek
after it tumbles down shale
eroded to a steep staircase
we climb up;
sharp & slippery,
the flight leading us
from spring
to high summer
as we climb.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Well done, Susan. You succedd so well in appealing to our senses of feel, touch, sight and feel in this poem! Nature painted by a very observant soul!
Thanks Noel–one of my favorite spots to hike to, and not too far of a walk from our front door. You can only find it by walking in the creek barefoot, though–with shoes on, or on the bank, you might miss it. It’s our little family secret 🙂
I think my muse is being gentle with me after gifting me with these 2 on Tuesday: http://wp.me/p2lN8u-eh and https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/xx/
I need some lighter writing days after these 2!