Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
Serenity lives in white birch's reflection.
Last evening the pond serenade was perfection.
In joyful convergence, amphibious cousins,
Nocturnal pond dwellers emerge by the dozens!
Excited aquatics revival is springing,
With up-beat renditions of trilling and singing.
So into the night swings the rhythmic hip-hopping,
The country and classical jazzy be-bopping!
A sudden loud hush numbs the musical fun now,
Outspoken intrusions have clearly begun now.
In deepening darkness clouds tearfully tumble,
While bright exclamations now crackle and grumble!
The rackety ruckus so quickly is fading,
A hologram sunrise concludes all debating.
Serenity cuddles the tiny new foxes,
It dwells with the bluebirds in lovely new boxes.
It skitters the breezes that ruffle the willow,
And tickles the cumulus dewdrops that billow.
Serenity lives in pink lilac's reflection,
And dusky symphonics again reach perfection.
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