Unexpected Beauty

I was walking after supper one day last summer and I saw the two swans that have nested near the pond across the road. By the time I got home this poem had pretty much formed itself. 

the zoom on my little camera tried its best...

What To Say About The Other Evening

I could tell you of the mute

and mated swans whose milk-white

feathers gleam in the last rays of the sun

like massed stars,

or how the dragonfly shimmers over

the pond's edge, so quick and agile

that it is somewhere else

almost before you see it.

I might mention a horizon the

color of cream in a sapphire bowl,

or how the shadows lay themselves like

bottle green sheets across the side yard,

how the light leeches so slowly 

from the day-blue sky that the fireflies

blink on before it is full dark,

lighting a path on which

the mute and mated swans 

float home.

for One Shot Wednesday