Stillness and solitude surround Spring at River Bend
The trout pond hosts a gathering of troutlets at the nearly submerged branches
while the waters lick and lap the edges.
It is not a beach with crystalline sands or a lakefront inviting boats to moor
Just a shore where the water stops and the rugged path begins
Where roots are exposed and the earth makes ledges over the licks and laps
Downy feathers, discarded by fledglings, rest in emerging grasses
Blackbirds have returned from wherever they winter if they winter at all
Their calls echo along the walkway across the inlets the ponds created long ago
Sparrows compete in chattering when they are not darting across the clouds and through the tree spaces.
A new song emerges but its vocalist is not to be found even though Spring foliage is meager.
Nestled near the water in a marsh among cattails
A heron strikes a statuette pose waiting for a trout trophy
Now momentarily displayed as caught then swallowed