pretty pink clouds in a pale blue sky
an old sun crests those far off hills
old eyes squint in a brand-new light
on a brand-new day on a rock-faced mountaintop
Sunlight Peaks Through The Trees
though the forest feels foreboding
and the path is strewn with fear
though you stumble in cold darkness
and the way is so unclear
Heron Flies Through Fog Over Beaver Pond
brown and gray on a foggy day
nearby highways strangely still
morning soundscape numbly nil
Hungry Heron
when morning sun breaks past the trees
then lights up cold and murky water
when hunger and the constant need
for finding food begins to matter
Duck Silhouette
a river bends into the light
while languid liquid barely moves
cool mist greets the warming air
two ducks drift without a care