Old Pond Abide

Old Pond Abide

In this ground hog summer,
  Near seventy in the sun,
The melt back has left the old pond
  Blue – Green, aqua marine,
A dynastic china jade which perhaps
  One could dip a ladel in and 
Pour out the cherry blossom Fu Dog Dragon,
  World held in his paw

Breathe deep, old pond, abide,
  Released from winters grip, all Nature’s still asleep,
Your turtles, your bread kissing fry, arriving ducks,
  The diving kingfish, your great blue heron, all wait, 
While the Empress of Creation bides weeks more before
  She will cup and incarnate you,
     In her glass menagerie hands