A Glade of Dreams

 A Glade of Dreams

Today I walked in a glimmering green glade,

Its trees dancing in the breeze,

And, at its center, a pond glittering in the morning sun.

I sat on its shore and saw there a pair of mated wood ducks,

Their wheezy call belying their feathery glory.

I left the avian lovers there to climb a ridge, and spied,

Hidden in its shadow, a doe and her fawn at water's edge.

My walk today was dream-like, 

For the glade and pond that drew me in was a painting,

A canvas of two dimensions with a feeling of three,

And even a fourth, my wide-eyed imagination.