Friday, July 31, 2020

Rippling Silence

Once glassy and still,
The water gurgles and laps
Breaking the silence.

Black ducks are puddling
In the shade and cool of morn:
A refreshing sound.

I bathe alongside,
Not just an imagining -
Trust and communion.

They whisper and peep,
Muted, continuous sound -
Intimate contact.

Done, they clamber out,
To face the warming sunshine -
Busily preening.

They begin to doze,
Standing like dumpy statues.
Now they are silent.

The ripples subside,
The water, like a mirror,
All trace of them gone.





2 comments:

Shelley Burbank said...

Again, another beautiful poem. I feel the peace and connection.

Deb said...

Glad you liked it - the connection truly inspired me.