My son rides a stone tortoise
half risen and sunning
water carved, sun-split, ice etched shell
solid in laughing water
cold as new rain
and carving my feet,
also slowly
like the stones
shaped like turtles
but headless
I erode too
my cells
slipping silently from skin
carried into the lake
slowly, microscopically
unmissed
and part of something bigger now
that these shallow currents
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Beautiful! The description is so well done that the scene almost comes alive!
thank you–it was a lovely moment 🙂
Love these snippets of life ecosystems. 🙂
Thank you, Nelle 🙂
I think your creek is magic.
I think it is too, and I really needed the magic today!
My feet can literally feel my toes gripping on! You’re wonderous!
Thank you so much, Deb–I always love your responses…