mornin’ from Portage Lake…steam rising from the lake with the chatter of busy birds claiming flowers.
Steam on the water
Dew glitters moist
Opening red gladiolas
hungry finches
darting hummingbirds
smell of decay at waters edge
fronds of grass reach for the sun
There’s ease to this morning rise
In the giggle of history revealed
in gentle repartee’ of stories told
Weaving quiet in between the
swallows dive and the turtle’s
scanning of the surface.
The sun burns the steam
The flowers give cause they must
All senses rises with this day
on soft brown skin that smells
of night dreams, lazed at water’s
edge calling me the luster of a
new day reaching for heaven
This is one of my favorites, Jeanne. Perhaps because after so much travel and work in the city, your sensory imagery grounds me even as I sit at the computer. Amid all the rich description is a theme that speaks to me as well. May we all giggle our way through August!
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