April Poem

Pond

 

There is a spot at the Garden Gate

Of which we're very fond

With life abounding here of late -

It is of course our pond.

 

This Winter was not cold enough

To cover it with ice;

Disturbed a little by a puff

Of wind - effect is "nice".

 

Surrounded by a wooden fence

And verge for several plants

To lean and watch when we are tense

And merge into a trance.

 

And then, behold! It's feeding time

for fish both black and gold

Emerged in Spring from Winter clime

Survived the Winter's cold.

 

K.M. Pettitt.