Before the heat of the day
Drives me away,
I walk around the pond I love.
Birds of all types fly above
Me as I walk,
And the deep chuga-RUM of frog talk
Keeps me company along the way–
And the turtles duck back in the water to stay
Until I pass by.
(They can be very shy.)
There are tiny diamond cabuchons of dew on the leaves,
And row upon row of celadon grass sheaves
That shade the water near the reeds
Where the teal-headed ducks and their ladies feed–
Lacy parasols of Queen Anne’s lace
Wave above the pink rambler roses in place
Beside the riots of buttercups and clover.
Nesting mothers murmur and coo to their clutch of chicks; moreover,
They will become fierce if I come too near
Their hidden nests, and I fear
I may scare them off with my footfalls
Around all the hidden locales
Where their babies are tucked away
In soft beds of down and grassy hay.
This pond is a welcome home to creatures large and small–
Who love the quiet range from spring to fall,
And a sweet space in time for me to walk among them
To hear the sounds of morning, day, then night’s amen.