Oneonta: Place of Peace

 

The morning images

of trees and sky

are mirrored in the placid lake

as the haunting cry of the Loon

echoes out over the water.

 

An otter swims deep,

a dark, swift shadow,

scattering schools of minnows

that dart over water-worn

rocks and stones.

A red-tailed hawk

circles the sky.

Dragonflies hover,

then, like a flash, are gone.

 

Day moves on

in sunlight and shadow,

as clouds float idly by,

and the pine, poplar, cedar, oak

sing their ancient songs.

 

The purity of life’s mysteries

slip into the soul,

a primal pull

back to the beginning

as our spirit remembers

a time when we embraced the earth,

went floating on the waves,

and understood

the language of trees.

 

© by Doris Bezio.

Used with the author’s permission.