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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edited January 7, 2016
June Morning – v3
(merging edits to original and version 2)
Edited May 25, 2013
“June Morning – v2”
posted 2/17/04
written June 8, 2000 9:53pm
“June Morning”
about morning in the summer of 2000
Swains Lake
Barrington, NH
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