matthew mckeown

The Little Lake

Standing on the bank
of a little lake,
a gentle breeze blows
causing ripples on
its face

 

Autumn is in full bloom,
fuzzy dark brown reeds
stand tall like sentinels
guarding the shore

 

Water lilies float on the
surface of the rippled
sheen, with their yellow
and pink petals.
While drakes in
the sky soar

 

A Mallard glides above
the water. His orange
webbed feet like landing
gear, gently set him down

 

Just under his hunter
green head, strung
around his neck
is a tiny white band.

 

With big bright eyes-
he scans, left and right,
looking for his future
duck wife