Treasure Island

Mark Cummings


Morning Lake and Sparrows


Throw a stone into a still morning
lake
breathing warmth into coolness
Circled
Ripples spiral
expanding as
Morning sparrows chase their
New
Reflections
Their dance
Caught in still perfection
swooping wings
Curling the air
in their
Hunting morning songs
Awakening those who watch this
Fragile
Survival

Childlike

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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