Home Upon the Rippled Mirror

A deer hears spring song—

Velvet antlers draped in moss.

Lake water drinks the rain,

Drizzling to dew.

She looks to the lilypads.

Home upon the rippled mirror.

Tadpoles rush their lives.

A happy lushness of fungi

Eats away at death.

Nests are packed with 

Cattail cotton.

There's more work to be done.