April is National Poetry Month, and so far I’ve kept up with writing a poem each day with prompts from Writer's Digest. Yesterday’s assignment was to write a view poem, which was easy because I happen to be visiting our mountain cabin, the place with my very favorite view.
Harbingers
Lake
pitted by raindrops
that also fall, pattering,
on the tin roof
Birds call
and flit by
robins, crows, cardinals
other unseen songbirds
Still-bare trees
almost shimmer
with the verdant haze
of leaves about to burst forth
The rain falls faster
reflections of light like static
across the surface of the water
ripples, circles
A mallard soars past
audible rush of wind and feathers
to make a noisy splashdown
quack, and preen
Now he swims by
all majestic iridescence topside
and busy orange feet underneath
V-shaped wake trailing him, a royal cape
The rain cloud passes,
sun emerges
everything above reflected below
A view I will love all of my life
that I long for when I am away
How this place soothes my soul
All is well, you’ll be well, be still and listen.