Second June Blog. 8-6-15
A Few Short Steps
Stepping across pebbles and rocks
Whose flat surfaces, water has,
In aeons of time, worn smooth,
I gaze at the minnows
Within the stream, darting here and there
In their daily toil.
Whispy fronds of water weeds,
Their tendrils carried on the current’s ebb,
Shine myriad greens.
Like fingers playing a soulful piano,
Lifting, drifting, beckoning.
In shadowed crevices, crayfish abound,
Collecting detritus, ousting the indigenous.
Escapees from far afield,
Like the grey squirrel, mink, they are
Watercress grows in the shallows,
Rushes grow by the edge.
Kingfishers dart to the flashing fish,
Caught in the sunbeams,
Dinner for a colourful flier.
A tinkling stream where coots
And moorhens paddle in the deeper
Culverts, their chicks follow
Behind, scoopingj morsels
As they go.
Water voles hide in holes
Along the banks. Warblers
Sing from the trees whose fronds
Waft gently in summer zephyrs,
Dip down to the waters edge,
Lazily drifting as elvers swim past,
Their journey just begun.
Just a few steps, wending ways
From bank to bank,
Listening for the Bittern’s call,
Hearing the dog fox bark,
And the woodoecker’s drumming.
Surrounded by woodland
Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. June, 2015
Just a poem today, my friends.
Be careful out there.