Summer mornings

Cup cornflower blue puddles in their hands

Sunlit rays like corn silk

Curling and unfurling midair

Fine sheathes of gold drifting on crisp breeze

Leaving feathered footprints

Like the ones dandelion petals do           

As they flit and fall

Fish, the color of polished ivory,

Pool and scatter at the gentle wheezing of the winds

Light breaths combing through the huddled schools

They glide with the current of a slow moving tide

Streams of bubbles blossoming with flicks of their tails

They swim downstream

The water cloaking them under its wing

Propelling them with every swallow of fresh air

They curve their bodies with the rise and fall of each slight wave

Scales gleaming like riverbed stones

The easy push of movement forming wispy imprints

In the cornflower blue sky

They migrate west,

Their breathy dances melting in the dying light

Corn silk unraveling and sinking

With the gentle ebb of the pond                                     

Against the edge of the world