Rhapsody
That early morning
post dawn cloud ignited light
soft pinks and greys gone...
Paint almost has- but no camera
can catch it
that moment of absolute heavenly glory
fades in a blink...
The clouds return
to earth bound
shapes and colors.
And so do I.
poem copyright ©2026 Anne Selden Annab
Investigations
In last night's dusk as day twinkled away
into the star light of lightening bugs
I watched. Suddenly, low to the ground
an unexpected shadow took shape...
I thought at first a small cat BUT not a cat,
investigating our garden path, a creature-
a smallish being, a humped darker earth
brown waddle with a wide flat tail.
Slowly moving, hesitating, not sure
a muskrat or beaver, not a badger or mink
or opossum, probing here in our backyard
on the brink of the creek... I had to research
to be sure, to look it up by day light and here
I am this morning- knowing that what I saw was
a kit, a beaver kit! It was and will always be the
size shape outline and movement of a small young
beaver exploring- looking perhaps for twigs to chew, or herbs to taste... and memories to keep.
poem copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab
