Tag: At Pond’s Edge

By P.C. Scheponik The pond was empty today.No flock of Canadian geese floating gracefully across the waterslike feathered Spanish galleons.No bronze hulls of snapping turtlesbreaking the surface like emerging submarines.No dragonflies with Tiffany glass wingsdarting among the cattails and phragmites.Just the reflection of the sky mirrored inthe stilled waters of the pond.I sat upon a … Continue reading At Pond’s Edge