| by brian francis Watching the ducks as they float on the breeze The reflections like carnival mirror’s – bare trees The pond surface ripples because of the winds Until those spectacular landings begin Veering left or veering right or just settling down And gliding through the water, swimming around Ponds in the park the edge of nature’s delights Filled with people by day and solitary at nights A small enclave of nature found around those ponds Like the nest among the edges beneath the fronds An honor to Gaea a great cathedral if you might A place to embrace her and her good healing light Copyright ©2020 brian francis |
An Enclave of Nature
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