David Donlon - Poem

Along the waterway mists glide, while
The sun, half-hidden in the puffy clouds
Begins to bake them into clarity, revealing
At last what lies on the farther side.  Among
Rows of budding trees, a half-circle of wildflowers
In new bloom -- fallen by lucky chance
Or planted by some mysterious neighbor, for
Unknown reasons?  The spring sun now sparkles
From the water, adding a sheen of light,
Which replaces the chastened mist, and once
Again the further side is obscured.  But I am
Happy, now that I have seen it and its promise.