A chameleon, Mother Lee
changes colour with her mood.
Today she’s brown, a muddy flow
under the empty trees and rain.
She’s heavy, sluggish as if her handbrake’s
on. Tomorrow, she’ll be dark
with anger, a sullen scowling black
or maybe light and lively, green
with life, and hopeful expectation.

It never ceases to amaze me how the same stretch of river can look completely different on different days.
(08.02.26)

© Ben Quant 2026