For Mickey

by Mickey Stonepainter

Dawn light flushes dark night out of still aspens
So near we hear the small birds there making only
tiny bird sounds.

No cool air fingers scrabble the mirror of lake
water.

Far side firs stand in fine row with brothers in
shimmer at their feet.

A black W. or sometimes V, of a single bird's wings
slides over that cool air, watching everything,
taking an occasional yippee ride on warm air unseen,
but blue.

Peace and calm is nowhere in the world like here in
my hearts gold spot where I keep loving you.