To Soon
Above grey clouds
the sun rises.
At morning light
mirror smooth
the lake lies at my feet
..
I
need not look up
to see the grace
Daffodils in pale
imitation of hidden sun
now seek the light
..
Trees, too long in naked
silence stood,
now clothe them selves in
spring greenery
..
Skies once empty of
all, save the call of the
forlorn crow,
now carries the song
of mated geese and
rhythmic tapping
of woodpecker
hidden in the grove
..
A single drop
touches the mirror.
ten fold ripples mar the finish.
A thousand drops,
a thousand fold ripples.
The drops end.
..
Un-shattered, the image
of grace returns
Beauty and peace
clear the mind
..
To soon I leave this place
returning to the
incessant noise
of man
..
ccd 2011
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