While you slumber
cozy in your bed,
The sun kisses the trees
casting shades.
The seagulls glide
through the sky
squawking desperately at no one.
The heron, like a statue,
keeps guard over the fish.
The mayflies still
fly in June.
The loon dives for
breakfast onto his reflection.
The dome of the sky
comes alive in hues of light and blues.
A late squadron of geese
descend upon the lake,
As the haughty cormorant
paddles away in disdain
…and the water ripples
with the air
sending plumes of fog
to dissipate like your dreams
as you wake up.
Discombobulated 