Occanum, Susquehanna .(.morning with a hint of noon)
As
the morning
fog
sweeps
down
from the hills
all
of green
in
mid may
splendor
the light rain
bringing
out
the
newts
and
salamanders
while
the
red ants
build
their
mighty cities
amid
the
mandrake
and lady-slippers
dancing
in
the
first
morning
breezes
Upturned
maple leaves
tell of storm
soon
arriving
with time
to get in the laundry
Fresh bread cooling
and
a rhubarb pie
fishing
and feeding mosquitoes
put off for a less lightning prone afternoon
clouds
float
in whip-cream nimbleness
reflected
in
the
Occonum
where
it joins
the
Susquehanna
as the first bees fly
over a sleeping fawn
the last mists fade
at the blossoming sun
beaver
slaps tail
dives
past turtle
swimming
crow
talking
above
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