Dora Creek

Early morning at the stream Mist hangs in the bracing air Ripples on the water gleam Tell me that there fishes there Ducks emerging from the reeds Water dragon turns and stares Tiny birds are pecking seeds Mother earth her bounty shares Freeway sounds a distant noise Rustling leaves their stories tell Whole creation peace enjoys Fallen leaves give musty smell Turn from scene, reluctant … Continue reading Dora Creek