Vermont Meditation

Deer roam here each morning,

Their footprints along our pond shore tell

Of their pausing to get a drink.

The water reflects the vastness of the

Cloud peaks above.

Silver dew dusts blades of grass, soaking

My feed as I pass.

The peacocks in my neighbor’s yard

Shriek in morning greeting.

Canada geese set out high overhead.

I linger, standing still

Listening to the birds sing.

Kindred for a moment to the tall pines lining the drive,

I look up at the blue Ohio sky,

And hear the wind rustling in the cottonwood trees, and

Dream of Vermont,

And the dancing daisies on the hill

In the time of young love.

6-13-11

Two Poems

June Morning

In early morning solitude,

I sit and wait for the first bird song.

The air is heavy with new light.

Sun and I greet each other.

Alone in Early Morning

Sky the color of milk

Shows through misty tree branches

Flaming red lilies stand in solitary splendor

Lilac scents swell, adrift on the morning breeze

Silently, I walk across the grass

Admiring the orange sun hovering on the horizon

My feet get soaked in dew

The feeling of anticipation

Lingers in the morning air.