Indian Lake
Morning unfolds like haiku,
serenity and mystery. Lone duck
floats on reflected pink cloud.
Call of mourning dove
supplies five-syllable line.
Splash-plop of fish: six and seven.
Cottages sleep in tree shadows.
Boats bob on tethers. Goldfinches
chatter, decorate the silence.
For ending twist, great blue heron
unfolds wings, lifts off, lands
by table with last night’s wine glasses.
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This whole poem just sings. I especially love the sound of …
“Boats bob on tethers. Goldfinches
chatter .. “
Lovely!
This is a winner – the first line hooked me in!
I love the brevity of each image and the absence of connecting words.
So many gorgeous images and sounds.