Glassy surface of the beaver pond
a blue sky full of white clouds and lily pads
A mud flat edge of frogs who strum guitars
to fluttery birds who harmonize
in round clear voices
The air breathes
I feel it rise and fall in my own chest
this early morning that stands in the wet grass
beside the gravel road.
4 thoughts on “Tuning Up”
This poem strongly reminded me, in its setting and vibe, to the poem ‘Laggandoan, Harris’ by Norman MacCaig, which is one of my favourite poems of all time. Like that work, your poem is wonderfully visual and generates a relaxing, peaceful atmosphere.
Thank you. I remember this morning (from the poem) still – it was timeless, almost.
I could hear the “music” when I read this wonderful poem 🙂
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