Daybreak

by Gordon Prickett


From water's edge I see a bass jump.

Somewhere along the bank a mallard calls.

Fog rises in the shallows.



Across the lake mist turns rose and blue.

Straight out from shore a loon surfaces,

calls like a bugler and dives.

Again on the surface he laughs over and over.



Fish splash near shore as the sun barely rises

above trees to color the far shore green.



Gordon Prickett August 1996