Passenging on a country drive

Why
Does the eye
Seek out beyond the blue of the sky
a piddly bit of water blue?

Hey, I just saw the lake!

There’s no shortage of blue, trust me.
So why one blue and not the other?
Sky and water, mother and daughter,
use sunlight to display their bluey hues.

Sky absorbs and becomes the light.
Water reflects – it’s having none of it;
sunglasses in place
upon a stony face –
“You think you know me? You don’t know me.”

Hey, lake!

Field frost

Long-necked
shadow of the pine
stretching ‘cross the frosted
stubble of the field;
elegant, tender,
as the sun burns away
last night’s
lacey
blanket.

But the pine,
lingering,
clinging to that tattered blanket,
whispers to the stubbled field
– just five
more
minutes.

Moira Dunphy May, 2016