Saturday, August 9, 2008


A glint of gold beneath lily pad reflections,
 She gracefully glides.
Investigating my tiny disturbance of the surface
 In expectation, she hesitates;
Then, momentarily slips away 
Into shimmering shadows of protection. 
With waving finage riding 
The liquid depths of long languid laps, 
She nonchalantly browses the greens,
Returning repeatedly mid sunlight and shade,
 Cautiously seeking the prize.

Donna Black


Anonymous said...

What a lovely poem Donna and the picture of the goldfish is so sweet. Thanks for sharing.

Shibaguyz said...

Thanks for the peaceful interlude this morning...

Nancy J. Bond said...

Lovely little poem and lovely little fish. :)

Niels Plougmann said...

What a nice poem to go with the goldfish picture Donna. Hope you have a good weekend!

tina said...

I love goldfish in the garden. And I do like your music as well. It is not too loud or shocking at all.

Titania said...

Lovely poetic words to go with this peaceful picture. I love goldfish, It is nice to watch them.

Iowa Victory Gardener said...

Hi MN,
I too like the poem and the charming goldfish ... I've always wondered what people do in winter with them. Do you have to bring them inside or do they manage to survive staying outside? I doubt we could have fish outside that would survive our winters, so I'm curious about what you do.

Mother Nature said...

Thanks for your lovely comments.
When leaves fall in autumn we remove them. The movement of the water from the fountain keeps a hole in the ice where birds can drink when all is frozen. The fish are inactive and hidden down in the bottom. When the weather warms they become active again. The pond is small and only a couple of feet in depth but they survive. There are never more than five fish. They are there to eat mosquito larvae in summer. The only additional food they receive other than what naturally occurs in the pond are the pests we find in the garden. ..Japanese beetles, inch worms, etc. Not feeding them and them being a little wary keeps them safer from predators like raccoons that approach the pond. As you know, fed fish congregate when you approach.

spookydragonfly said...

I enjoyed your beautiful poem and photograph of the goldfish among the plants - perfect!!