I focused upon
The flat glassy lake
Shimmering sunlight
Its blurred opaque shape
With silence save birdsong
Trees leaves gently swayed
Sweet smell of grass
Beneath as I lay.
Eyes drawn to the sky
Clouds to glide
Laxadaisy in thought
Nowhere to hide
The heat of the day
Meloncholy in calm
Petite in its passing
Before coming storm.