The Mere

There lies a mere behind the house,
an oval of glass unstirring.
An Edge, an Eave enfolds one end,
a forest heaven-bounding.
Water shadows mirror back
shining stars in blackness,
Quivering.
A dimshade cloaks the Wooded Side
under tree shapes stooping,
Listening.
Fishes flit the murky depths,
their scales like mirrors,
Flashing,
Glistening.

Nph, 1988