June Morning by Raymond A. Foss
Dawn on the lake The world is still. Water like a mirror. Land and water blur. Bold bright colors in the morning light.
Steam rises from the still surface In wisps and swirls, Soon to evaporate in the warming air. Birds and I stir Ready to face a new day.
Above a chorus Joins my world. A flock of Canadian geese A squadron of at least Twenty-five land off the point. Squawking and trumpeting Their arrival.
Tea on the porch Soaking it in, The wonder of God’s creation. Oops, time for work.
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