The Pond
Photo credit: Donna Fernstrom
The Pond
On the bank of the pond
surrounded by trees
and interspersed with cattails
I find refuge
As I crunch through the thick carpet
of fallen leaves
their sweet fragrance
envelops me
I spy a doe as
she sounds her barking alarm call
then flicks her white flag
and bounds away
Around me is the busy,
constant peeping of cardinals
as they flit from branch to branch.
I pause to drink in
Their song
Above me, a hawk closely
observes my approach and
waits a beat before
sliding smoothly off his perch
into flight.
Before me, translucent
dust motes float lazily I
the slanting sunlight of afternoon.
A tiny woodpecker circles the
base of two trees, moving
onto a third before setting to work
and drumming out a beat
A gaggle of geese
is silently swimming
I hear their laughter
as their contentment rolls out in waves.
--Jill Deming
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