Ducks at Mud Creek

Ducks at Mud Creek

A Poem by Matyushkin
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A sonnet about natural's power to sooth the strained soul.

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I see brown feathers and heads of green

I see yellow beaks with webbed feet

Waddling about idle and dotting the scene

Inviting the dreamer to take a seat  

 

Life is short and simple on fall grass

The water is warmer than wind, in stream

Alas, I could never gallivant as they, alas

With eyes open, I'm with them in dreams

 

In a bubble while watching the ducks

There is my lost peace made into peace  

There is ground solid in a constant flux

Until winter, my tranquillity is obese

 

Days are short and snow drops when I look away

Onto the turbulence of duck less day    

© 2012 Matyushkin


Author's Note

Matyushkin
This is my first try at writing a sonnet...

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Added on October 18, 2012
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Tags: peace, harmony, nature, escape