Sun’s Up

Morning on the river,

The Battenkill

Enveloped in mist;

The sun dim behind the clouds.

 

Bundled up,

I wade into the river.

Slowly the mist lifts.

But the trout remain hidden.

 

The sun

Breaks through.

The river sparkles.

Blue pushes back the grey.

 

Mr. Trout, where are you?

 

May, 2019

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