Pockets full

 

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

The water.