Dug deep down in time,
against a perfect sky
layers of life are laced
among my cattail reeds.
It’s there the beams
of sun pool stagnant
in time, truth and tales;
as stretched years unfold.
Chick-a-dees crowd,
sandhill cranes gather,
spring peepers cumulate,
emerald dragonflies glide
and above towering pine’s see
glimpse of grey tail feather;
a sudden movement, swoops,
opens wings, dives for dinner.
Finally, the seasonal muskrat
beckons his kettled home;
among the broken reeds
rooted deep in folds of time.
P. Wolf, poet & author of “Jemi’s Noble Quest” available on Amazon
Kettle Moraine is a large moraine in the state of Wisconsin, United States. It stretches from Walworth County in the south to Kewaunee County in the north
Wikipedia of Wisconsin
Kettles are depressions left behind after partially-buried ice blocks melt. Many are filled with water, and are then called “kettle lakes”. … Kettle lake basins were formed as the glaciers receded. While this was happening, a block of ice broke off the glacier, and just sat there.
Michigan State University
A moraine is material left behind by a moving glacier. This material is usually soil and rock.
National Geographic
Patti Wolf 
So vividly described, a lovely poem.
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Glorious poem and wonderful photos. So much to see in that winter landscape.
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You paint this scene so perfectly: like a few stills from a frozen moment in time!
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Excellent, I am fascinated by the geography.
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What a vivid poem, Patti, which took me to a place I know I’ll never visit but which I can now hug to me as a borrowed memory. Thank you for the background information and the map. Your cattail reeds remind me of the reeds that grow on the Norfolk Broads, the area in which I live in the UK, which are also ‘rooted deep in folds of time’.
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