Marjorie A. Buettner...

At the lake.

Yesterday, wild eagles glided overhead while the sweet song of loons made the air beautiful. Today on the lake a gathering of pelicans float on a current of their own making, feeding on newborn fish. But it is the fox fleeing visibility that tears at my heart; it knows it has a place to go in the dusk of the evening.

what is this despair that accompanies spring far off scent of rain

WHCHaibun 2009-04-24