Before Sunrise, May 12, 2012
In reddish-goldish light, reflected from above,
four ducks paddle, unhurriedly, one after another.
Behind them, the soft darkness of a wooded island
Inbetween, on the water’s surface, a shaft of blue,
narrow, slivers of silver interspersed.
The shaft of blue widens, reaches towards me.
After Sunrise, May 12, 2012
I walk the sunrise, along the shoreline.
Beside me, the lake otter swims purposefully,
We keep company.
Standing nose to blossom,
the fragrance of lilac flowers,
open for the first time,
scent still fragile.
It’s the transitions that intrigue me, dawn to day. And then the otter came. Who could ask for more.