By McElmond's Pond

Panting their way

up the hill

master & dog logged

a journey

of remembrance

fallen trees

in the hundreds

alongside the shore-

a gift from Fiona

the wildest of all hurricanes.

Sun begins to fade

silhouettes of water

settle well-

dormant pond a

reflection

of the pause I need as

a gliding morning

canoe awaits.

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