At Camp
The chill moon man runs late into morning
Sliding white light ineffectually
Off stage right smiling
Behind black oaks
Down the valley.
Late foxing investigates
Rabbit runs in the briers
Half watching early sparrows
Fluff the dust, drifting diffusing skyward
Through the dogwoods, root ratcheted in edging slopes
Down, down the valley.
A water spider singly sculls,
Separating mist curtains
On the river
Leap rocking, whisper singing
Off and away
Angling, singing,
Away through the valley.
God;
Watches, resting, pleased,
Dips His Psalm brush and lyrically paints,
The uprising short hills,
Dogwoods and black oaks.
Smiling, He goes
Down the valley.
For our friend Judy who has shown such love and hospitality to all.
All her life
Copyright Steve Bachman 2011
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