©Gail Lipe
Water droplet imprints
on my glasses
The sky swollen with
dark gray clouds
I smile
Inside my heart dances
as mist washes away
the drabness
and consistency
of life
The slats sigh
resistance
as I step onto
the boardwalk
Ripples on the lake
slap each other
as they run away
from raindrops
Drought exposed
thick, soft muck
lines the bank
Colorful leaves create
underwater paintings
A mallard and his mate
swim closer
then away
then closer
looking for food,
unable to decide if
I am a threat
A small muskrat
swims away from
the silt plume
created by the spring
rushing to feed
the bathtub lake,
a hollow fallen tree
his home
Unexpected pleasure
amidst the busy
Accepting the gift
I stop