Eons pass, mountains build, glaciate, melt,
rise from fog
protecting verdant valleys.
A tentative sun peers at itself in the still water,
so clear the current-carven trunks
beneath the pairs of scarlet dragonflies
glow a flowing green.
Pinpoint moment on the map of ages,
a great egret soars on silent wings
as morning opens like the peacock's tail,
spilling the day's treasures out for eager hands.
One a day poems
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