from the gray spring sky,
as winter wept it's last goodbye.
The ducks came out to play.
In the vast landscape
of shades of dingy white sheets,
the crested, red-breasted merganser
punched a bright colored hole
His pregnant mate swam near him.
Leaving a trail like a v,
the coot headed toward the pair
and the beautiful goose honked its way home.
My eyes slowly closed as I saw with my ears what my eyes had beheld.
Copyright Denise A White