Pleasurable Views

Glancing down I saw Brook Trout
Daces and newts in these pools
Darting about like living jewels
Iridescent in the bright morning sun

Flickering tongue and lidless eyes
Coiled about honeysuckle vines
Upon nectar drunk insects it dines
A very content leaf-green snake

Hiding, a four-eyed jumping spider
Trigger web line fly hunting zeal
Pouncing too far, a brook trout’s meal
The resting mayfly lives another day

There she was bent over an old stump
Long dark hair and enchanting eyes
With  that mysterious smile she could mesmerize
Even an old backwoods bumpkin like me


My watercolor of a rather healthy Appalachian Mountain Lass