AN AWAKENING poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 23 Jan 2009

An Awakening

Surreal mist embraces
a landscape of trees
absorbing early moisture

branches straddled
by patterns of
brocaded spider webs, an
artistic symmetry

thread-coating
a veneer of morning silver.

Salient bullfrogs pause
within the stillness,
awkward croaks restrained

mallards bob in lazy
spirals aside the shoreline,
umbrellas of foliage masking
their water-plowed trails.

In the land of early rise, life is
a humming tune.