How Bright the Dew

...each a reflection of a world remade laid by a river's flight. Time's is a swimmer on this water road. By a rickety dock herons fish for rainbows riding on silvery trout. Here on a meadow bank dewy droplets bracelet wet stems. An iridescence beads a newborn morn My dog sniffs the prismatic air, the fresh fledged green; sweeps her bushy tail scattering a sparkling fringe of sky.