A tight formation of geese
Smoothly snip-snip-snip-snip like tailors shears
Slicing through the airy fabric of the sky.
The aerial ballet rises slowly.
Sets of twins reflected on the mirror-lake.
A murder of scattering crows
Rip the air like a dozen children,
Boisterously cutting paper art.
Their crackling cacophony
Countered by the guttural squawk of a heron,
Cantankerously settling beneath a willow.
Calmness returns like a nestling red-wing blackbird
Perched in the cattails.
The ploonk of the sinker
Pierces the lake.
As the high-pitched whir of the reel playing out
Harmonizes with the bobber’s plop.
A bullseye forms of ever expanding rings.
The attention drifts along the pine scented breeze.
The golden sun, wearing the treetops like a lacy ballgown,
Eludes the silvery horns of the rising crescent moon.
Cool breezes slide over the skin
Like saxophone rifts at midnight.
Snuggled up in nature’s sweet blanket,
Sprinkle the soul with the blessings of
Peaceful moments of eternity.