Fish breaking the surface
Greedy for food.
I sip my tea and drop tiny pellets
Turtles circle and do their turtle dance.
The morning sun casts her spell on the water surface
Like glitter and mirrors sparkling bright.
Even the birds seem hushed
While I think I hear a sound,
One I long for.
Fall is knocking at the door.
Summer is reluctantly slipping out the window.
Morning at the pond.
And I walk home with a little more
Joy in my pocket than I need.
Worries and turtle food
Are floating on the surface of