The pool glistens,
Silence speaks
This morning,
And I listen.
Robin comes.
Elegant swans
Flotilla to my side
Eyes shyly wide.
The woods whisper,
Freshly crisp
From early rain.
I listen again.
Squirrel bright-eyes
Runs for nut prize
Birds in trees
Hypnotize me
The atmosphere
Elates here
Changeless wait.
Cold abates.
Springtime firsts.
Soundless burst
To mystify me.
How serene.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unchanging-beauty/
