James Piatt’s most recent poem to appear here was “Night Frogs II” (March 2017)
The Message of Water
By James G. Piatt
Awakening to the morning sun glancing
off a tranquil pond, I see a softly
meandering brook, blue with moisture
formed. As I amble down an old deer
trail beside the brook covered with
glistening morning dew, I reach a
beautiful flowered lea. There, I hear soft
singsongs from tiny warbling birds.
While observing a misty veil of cool pure
water tumbling slowly down the side of
a knoll into the pond, I listen to the
guttural croaking of lazy frogs telling a
parable of time past, as the orange
colored sun, gleaming and bright,
warms me. Sitting on a granite boulder
beside the pond, I write poems while
listening to busy crickets playing a
Beethoven aria with Violin-legs,
alongside its edges. Then listening
intently to the water’s epistle arising
from the depths of the pond, I sense
gentle peaceful vibrations entering my soul.
So perfect for Easter Sunday, thank you
A lovely vision of harmony.