By Geoffrey Dean
on a fallen branch
seven turtles in the sun –
blur of water’s edge
twig-snap is the cause
diving turtles the effect –
ripples and bubbles
still, poised for action
the moment to feast is near –
egret stands, waiting
pond-side at midday
coasting mallards duck for lunch –
dining ducks mallard?
trunks leaning in low
almost meeting water’s kiss –
rendezvous with wood
soft clouds swim above
mirrored twins that float below –
moving reflection
drizzle turned downpour
drops sizzle and dance, absorbed –
path-strewn leaves slicken
bird calls and wind’s rush
echo through a bank of trees –
deepening shadows
a pause to inhale
the fragrances of early fall –
how high can frog jump?
beneath a fruit tree
a deer hesitates, unsure –
do people live here?
listen, do you hear?
take it all in, little dear –
walk along pond’s path
| Copyright © 2019 by Geoffrey Dean |
A nice walk through the woodlands with my coffee this morning, thanks. I enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteBrings the reader right to that path. Evocative
ReplyDeleteVery sweetly done. A nice lesson in staying attentive without dissolving into sentiment or moral. You have a light touch that reminds me of Mary Oliver. Thank you for this lovely poem.
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