Early, near water's shore
Wild things emanate quiet and solitude.
From the massive, jaw-dropping, width of wing span
Of some alabaster egret's flight,
To the cover of multi-hued specks of pond scum.
Water's torrenting nearby
Adds to the shore's odd collection of bits..
Some smooth stones,with frothy edges,
Some bleached, miniature bones
As tadpoles dart about.
These read as history,
Telling of such beginings
And such ends.
by cindy Prochnow March 21, 2012