SOMETHING ON THE POND

by Lyn Lifshin

one shape, like an
ice cutter only this
animal was in water.
I rarely see a single
duck or goose and
it’s too late this
morning for a beaver
but something dark
is cutting thru the
melt, thru morning
earth smells. Last year’s
acorns soften. Blue
lights on the tree,
glitter on my finger,
pale yellow flowers,
chartreuse tinged
in the holiday
light glow I am
trying to pull
inside me


*Lyn's website:
http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm