Pond Waking

 

Love this place

The being alone

The dawning's silence

And puckered fish kisses.

Cheeky Robin prevails.

But no, the dove coos

In inexplicable fashion.

He comes for solace

As do I.

Much too early

For farm trucks

Haywagons 

Two horse buggies

Crossing one-lane bridge.

Lowing cattle from distances.

Steam just coming off

The wheat near cutting.

Water break hisses its happy welcome.

And yes, I feel welcome

Harmony

Peace

Presence of my Lord

Whispering

Yours now for a while Child.

Plus that striding heron

Off in the pond's 

Far corner.