May 26 - 30 Week 8/72
as the sun slips up into the sky
night shadows are chased down the hill
a muskrat glides into view in the early dawn
then disappears between grey-tinged
hummocks of grass sprinkled around
the irregular shore of the lake
the morning finds me wrapped in a fog
formed by warm, moist air flowing
over the still chilled waters
condensing and enveloping all
in thin veiled sheets of gray
forms dissolve and reemerge
with a shifting breeze and sounds
reverberate as if in a deep chamber
the low hum of hummingbird wings
amplified revealing a female carrying
a tidbit of lichen to garnish her nest