
a soft baby blue blanket,
the echoes of childhood laughter,
a generous slice of hope and love and peace,
and the vision of two mated mallards
on the marsh in early spring

a soft baby blue blanket,
the echoes of childhood laughter,
a generous slice of hope and love and peace,
and the vision of two mated mallards
on the marsh in early spring

your beauty leaves me terrified

You were here before the houses were built.
Before the boats roared along the water,
before fishermen cast their lines out,
you swam along this river and called it home.
I envy your organization, your dedication,
your beauty and collected calm.
And I am sorry that we take so much from you,
so much for granted.