Morning in Rose Valley

Western Bluebird 1


Morning In Rose Valley


Beside me

The grey-green pond

Laughed in the morning


Quietly I sat,

While birds all around

Called out to one another,

Stranger!  Stranger!

And hid among the reeds.

Please, I thought out loud,

I only want to look at you.



They forgot

I was there and


Hopped out onto a log

Where we looked

At one another.



Poem first appeared in the anthology “The Old Veranda Swing”