Waking on Donnell's Pond

6:00 am

6:30 am

I must be the only one up on the pond,

Besides Rex

And the

woodpecker,

Busy nearby,

So early.

The summer sun,

Barely up,

Breaking through

Morning

As mist rises.

In winter,

This scene

Plays over

And

Over.

The warm months,

Nearly gone,

Finally,

I wake at camp

On Donnell’s Pond.

Mornings here

Provide

Certain

Constancy,

The kind

I

Yearn.