Still Air and Water
Sunday sonnet
Still air and water greets us as we go
Down path beside this shallow marshy pond.
We stop to see the roots and muck below
White clouds reflecting down from far beyond.
And through this sludge some green did quickly rise
To break the surface of this wetland’s skin
With arrows green thrown up and to the skies
The lily pads lay flat not out nor in.
This pine is always watching far above
And frogs are playing in the warm wet mud
Our heart doth reappear now filled with love
Of nature all around our senses flood.
We turn and walk on back the way we came
Yet next time that we’re here won’t be the same.
Thank you, The Daily Cuppa and Katie Michaelson, for giving my Sunday Sonnets such a loving beautiful home. Thank you, readers, for spending your time with us here.
