Hatchery Creek

Through tall trees
Sunlight streams
Speckling Sunday scaries
Into serene moments

Conspiring with the wind
And water to erode anxiety
Away leaving space 
for empty thoughts and birdsong

A spider weaves webs
Welcoming the new week
As catfish nap nestled
Under the cool cascades

Of a burbling brook
Bounding over boulders
Atop bullfrogs bask 
And bake

Ferns and grass 
Frolic and grow
Birch and pine
Bend and twist

So moved by athereal currents 
Time is slow here
Away from the sound
Of people