Summer Stream

Dragonfly lands atop the stick that stands in gently flowing stream. Bubble trains and dried leaf boats blow and briefly strand before they slip between the stepping stones then skip beyond, where quieter waters flow. Speckled trout, dappled thrice, with sunshine spots, just seen through mirror shimmered waters swim between the Crowfoot’s tangled shocks waving to and fro to follow as the current’s go, white-adorned with flower pearls set bright in green and flowing locks. Somewhere far, wood pigeon’s throaty coo, three longer, one double follow through, floats high along soft summer’s breeze, while flagging briefly, one by one, willow’s silver bellied leaves turn and turn to signal with the sun that all is as it should be. All is peace, and all is lazy summer’s eaze.