I stand and marvel <br />at the shore of my clear pristine lake <br />while the robins flit from tree to tree <br />through branches low, <br />to see them flee past me...makes me yearn to go <br />with them from spruce to pine, from tree to tree. <br />I turn to focus on distant paths beyond my throw <br />a pebble would not reach them if I dare let it go <br />let me throw instead in the calm blue and <br />watch the ripples grow and grow. <br />I hear the seagulls caw and quarrel, <br />then one gulls minnow drops from the sky, <br />no longer will it swim in swells of blue, <br />now it floats belly up, no life with in, it’s died. <br />The gull spots the fish and dives in, <br />clutches it tightly in hungry fists, <br />soars down to land to devour and feast, <br />hungry no more it escapes out of view. <br />Now, I stand and ponder nature, <br />and the facts of life… <br />while slowly day turns into night. <br /> <br /> <br />Written April,20th,2007.<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter Stanley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slowly-day-turns-into-night/
