Morning sings through the river,
Sun penetrates the moving water,
blessing all the river stones beneath it,
Otter swims upstream, osprey wheels above,
Light dances in the ripples

Sun on cedar evokes its perfume,
on apple trees, incites the juice
to flow into the waiting, glowing orbs,
Insects flit about their constant business
thrumming to the morning’s tune.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2014