Walking at Commonland Pond

How is it that the grass, in the tea time light,
shines neon, like blades of stained glass?
The shadows are crimson, maroon,
an alien contrast.
The ineffable beauty of this place
fades my melancholy
as the first red-winged blackbird,
twin to a French stilt-walking shepherd,
perched on the cattails beside the pond,
sings to his mate
declaring that spring is bowing a graceful defeat
to summer who is about to wash the land with hazy heat
as the sunbathing turtle
slips beneath the cool green water.

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Caitlin Gemmell is a poet who dreams of becoming a fairy godmother. She lives in a woodland in upstate New York where she communes with wildlife and tends her Emily Bronte roses. Caitlin's poetry has been published by Querencia Press, Capsule Stories, Rue Scribe and is forthcoming in Bella Grace magazine. She writes Musings of a Selkie Witch on Substack and is on Instagram @caitlin.gemmell and @icapturethestory.

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