One Day

The lake sings in ripples, 

murmurs apples 

of juicy delight.

I cannot hear its supple sweet music,

not quite, 

yet know it's beautiful, 

fruitful, and true.

Twelve gulls burst bright
in wild play, dazzling bells 

of white feathers, scintillas 

of light, ring across a stage

of welcoming sky.

Their melodic flight dapples
and glistens my ears. My hair's 

kissed and teased 

by a rolling wind, 

my skin pleased by sunshine 

hovering where everything 

everything

whispers fruition.

I stand in stillness, in mud and tall grass
to give thanks for this shimmering
surprise, these breezes of calm

and colored chaos resplendent,

this sensuous background tune.

My eyes now replenished

turn to the long hill beyond

where I shall ease too soon
on the path clear 

to my doorway

and home.