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