to pass the time,
dreaming of his princess’s kiss.
In the cattails
ponders his song.
Next year’s chorus of peepers
waits and gestates in the watery wings.
The sun’s warming rays
reach the depths of the pond
summoning fish to the surface.
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
A thin blanket of snow covers the pond
concealing the secret lives of fish.
The freezing pond
becomes a verdant marble.
Only shadows dare
skate across the pond.
The bench by the pond
my meeting place with God.
rain drops into the pond
into the whole.
The pond frogs serenade the cows
with an early evening lullaby
when the barn doors are open.
Water lilies adorn the pond
Nature will keep the pond’s promise that the world will green itself in Spring.
Things may appear upside-down, but everything is as it should be.
The winter term is in session.
The pond provides a lesson in icy geometry.
Dusk sweeps in on a sparrow’s wing.
The ice erases
the sky and trees
as it creeps across the pond.
As a delicate morning melts into day
for a brief moment the tree tops are in reach.
The pond shows me how
to see the thing that is least visible.
If you listen closely
at the edge of the pond, shortly after dawn,
you can hear the fish whisper their plans for the day.