Twilight ducklight softly falls,
evening follows close behind,
walking softfoot upon springy grass –
Bordered all in dark-green bush reflections,
shadow-pale lake water cups the sky.
Fishbone clouds, scatter-sharp, poke into the drowsy blue,
anchored in a gilt-edged sheet of gray.
Three ducks fly low in a flexing V,
feathers skimming, raising silky liquid ripples.
melting into bushdark border-water.
Three white splashes plish plash plosh
foam up, blooming, poking holes –
this is where the ducks dove into greendark.
~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Dubai, copyright April 2013.