Black River water runs dark and deep,
Breathing with the tide.
Pickerel weed, aster and roses
Splash color amid green grasses and reeds
Around ancient black cypress trees.
Their knees stand like women holding children
Looking out and waiting.
On the surface of dark water,
Bladderwort leaves lean with the tide.
Silent observers on the dock, we watch in awe
As four Tundra swans glide,
Heads erect, entertaining each other and us.
A straight line, equidistant partners,
One takes the lead across the river.
They turn and another heads them back.
Paired twosomes in a waltz.
One bends a long neck, stretches wide wings aflutter
Honking a signal they understand.
In unison, they fly over our heads and the trees
Traveling west with the afternoon sun.