Autumn has descended on lone mallard duck,
Like a colorful parachute cascading from the sapphire sky.
The mossy pond of aquatic life waking from it’s nightly sleep filled with algae muck,
Is touched by a gentle zephyr caressing the water’s edge with a whistling sigh.
The lone mallard duck tucks her graceful head,
Into her soft chestnut feathers,
As the ripples sensually curves around her watery bed.
Seeking warmth, during the change of weathers.
Reflections of leaves so rich in color,
Soft salmons, marine blues and mossy greens,
Cradles the lonely mallard duck like a display before they grow duller.
The final touches on a painted canvas before it turns to a winter scenes.
Alas, winter will be stripping the golden colors away,
Along with warmth for the lone mallard duck to stay.
Hints of earthy mud collide with perfumes of damp cedar,
Decaying leaves intertwined with pondweeds,
Caught up in Mother Nature’s chilly breath, the seasonal leader.
A subtle message to the lone mallard duck and her comrades, to heed.
Splash, splosh, swish,
Lone mallard duck keeps a vigil eye,
Out for predators that are not a friendly fish.
Is it time to take to the royal blue sky?
For she knows that evil could harm her,
From living creatures that are not covered fully in fur.
Lone mallard duck knows only too well,
That among the botanical pond remains,
Plastic bottles, candy wrappers and other human debris float in her dwell.
The carelessness of humans’ pollutions has left glossy brownish stains.
Lone mallard duck’s watery home,
Will metamorph into her deadly grave.
For she needs to escape when there is toxic foam.
If only humans could be good-nature and to behave.
Lone mallard duck lays beneath the blanket of a rich sapphire sky
With puff ivory cotton clouds that glide above so high.
Quack, quack!
The lone mallard duck looks up from her position,
With longing of a companion, like a fire crack’s sparkle.
Where is that chattering mallard male musician?
There is no finer wish for this miss,
Then to swim with another duck and to be in love in mallard bliss.
Could all of Mother Nature’s ducks have this wish?
To be left alone and swim peaceful along,
Having their feathers float on water’s edge as gentle as a kiss?
Before the ending of Autumn’s swooshing song?
As the daylight’s curtain draws to a close,
This lone duck will tuck in for the dark maple syrup night,
For a chilly nippy watchful doze.
With only the fading autumn’s mirroring image on the glossy water’s sight.
This lone mallard duck desires to always be around,
For the ellipse of nature’s beautiful seasons soft embrace, so profound.
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Copyright@2003 by Daphne Sampson. All Rights Reserved.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Comments (7)
Awww, this tugged at my heartstrings! May that lone duck, all other ducks and every existing animal always be safe from danger 🥺❤️
Beautifully written!! 💕
Quite the way to describe the seasons.
Word choice make me smile so detailed :)
I love the rhythm & rhyme & especially Mallard ducks. "Quack, quack! The lone mallard duck looks up from her position... With longing of a companion, like a fire crack’s sparkle. Where is that chattering mallard male musician?" So sweet!
Beautifully and gracefully written. Outstanding Daphne!!!
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