This one took a long time to come and might not be finished. There is a pond at the end of a bay on our lake you can only reach if you find the opening in what looks like a marshy end, but isn’t.
Here in the back pond
Hidden from the lake
Can you hear the quiet
It’s not
Can you feel the stillness
It’s not
Still quiet
Time, with the water
Slowed, calmed, stopped
As you drift through the channel
A guantlet of grasses
Wild rice waving,
Reeds prancing
To an unheard waltz
Quietness there
If you listened
Dragonflies, frogs,
Insects thrumming
Creaking trees
A choir of
Unseen birds
Beauty was there
If you looked
Small flowers
Hints of colours
Wild in the edges
Tiny berries
Almost floating
Delicate brushstrokes
Textures,
shading,
Shadowed rocks
Lilies floating
Diamond water sparkling
Above the cedar ribs below
Wispy clouds forming
In the rounded sky
A story was there
Waiting to be told
Ready, patient
To include you
If you let it
You could enter the script
Surrender to the calm
Be still and know
Peace for a moment
Rippling away