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On the Marsh


12.04.16 Posted in today's words by

Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “November Night” (November 2016)

On the Marsh
By Molly Frederick

Wild ducks, dark silhouettes,
swim at ease on water’s
sepia brimming.
Silky satin surfaces smooth
the way for softly paddling feet.
From the only tree in sight, a
solitary rust-edged hawk
watches small bodies
carve abstract patterns
on water’s pliant skin,
attentive to their every curve.
The late-day sun, too weak to
cast a shadow, melts
like a round pat of butter.
Between events, tensions gone,
comes a  balance—as life rests
in the midst of being.
Favoring no single color, just the
understated tints
of antique weathered glass.



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