Dedicated to Frances Howitt Turpin, my mother, on the day of her birth.
With early morning light,
Silence of the water’s garden
Seemed transfixed and still—
Ripples came when fish stirred
To eat some unseen meal.
Only light moved,
Rising stronger until its
Buttery shoulders rose round
Above the mountain’s peak,
Now casting reflection of trees
Into pools of green and cloudy cream.
The world is full of tumult,
But not here. Not now.
I am alone to breathe
This quiet peace— magical,
Enchanting as I wake from sleep.
"Headwinds" ---Fred Turpin's Poetry Blog 
“Buttery shoulders rose round
Above the mountain’s peak,
Now casting reflection of trees
Into pools of green and cloudy cream”…Marvelous…. this is a delightful , quiet poem… You are getting so many good ones flowing during this “lockdown’ time !
Thank you, Danny.
The imagery in your poem is perfect and delightful! I could “see” everything as you described it. Very peaceful since I read the poem. We all need peace and calm amidst this world in chaos! Thank you, Fred!
Thanks for your comment AND for your support, Suzy…
I could almost feel the peace.
Thanks so much for your comment.