#poetry
Here's another that has been lingering. It was 80% written in a kayak with the NA Spouse last summer. Not much structure, but I like the sound of it

It is dawn somewhere, but not yet here. Not now
Here magic still lives, dappling in the shadows
Of the fog hanging low over the lake
I hear the sound of a craft over lilies
And the sun rises. It's you and the light is shining

She bends low, hovering, to bless a flower
and a bumblebee comes drifting from the pollen
Heavy already with his offering
The queen is waiting his arrival.
Disappearing behind a bush and we are alone.

A frog thrums out off key and his orchestra begins to tune
The robin calls chirri chirriu when baton strikes podium
A fish percusses the lake surface
She sighs, a gasp stretched long
As the last magic is burned off the lake to music