Sunday Morning

Naked stalks of the leaf-less creeper,
stuck to the old mortared wall,
with it's giant vertebrate fossils
in between the rock layers
nature painting beauty in my mind
as the slanting sun glows like crystal
across the frost dusted lawn.

A solitary figure on the bridge
with hands shading eyes,
ponders dancing sun light on the tumbling waters,
as the old Mill wheel turns and churns
making music for peace of mind.

A single half sunk yellow maple leaf,
drifts on the river past the drooping willow;
a quiet hush is the river rushing with promise
warmly appreciated through the frosted window.
in my picture perfect Sunday morning.