|Sun on the Mad River, by Mary Lee Hahn|
The small stream
and its bank-side buffer of trees
winds through corn fields.
Do not be tricked --
the current's pull is swift.
Step slow and steady. Don't trip.
Cast with patience.
Relax and find a kind of grace
in the rhythm, in the day.
Driving home, watch --
today you might catch
not a fish, but a glimpse of a fox.
© Mary Lee Hahn, 2013
Lisa has the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Steps and Staircases. Click on the submit button to send in your link. Also, Lisa asks that we share, ".. something "close to your heart," sort of as another common side dish at our poetry potluck. It doesn't need to be poetry, it can just be something current you're really enjoying and would like to share with others."