Rainy Day at Echo Lake

In deep of eyes shut as
scene gypsy gravel and opalescent owl 
bridgestone bridegroom blues 
and a hawk beating by like a helicopter.

The sun’s not out yet but brother blue sky 
is peeling back the grey and free 
blueberries grow around the vessels
colored bows.

I Swaying sidesaddle between a jack pine 
and his cousin white 
feeling chatter from other actioneers 
or low ground squirrels and some fish jumping by.

Feel serenely trumps while

tomorrow winds away.