The scene recalls some ancient place,
still untainted.
Wild, bathed in early spring,
with clean, bright air as though
seen through polished glass.
The small and lovely lake
is alive with ducks and
water birds of all kinds –
preening, honking, squawking
or just gliding along the glassy surface,
unaware of their heartbreaking beauty.
Over there, on a log near the
shore lies a sunning gator –
ten foot long at least.
And, everywhere, everywhere,
the tree swallows;
wheeling and turning,
swooping and diving,
lacing the air with their dizzy play.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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One Response to Eden

  1. Sarah says:

    I love the way you write. Reading this, I feel like it’s all there, right in front of my eyes.


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