And there was frost...

There was frost on the deck this morning My Love.

A winter coat of crystalline fur

Covering the wood with premonition of winter.

I shuffled carefully to My Spot at the end of the empty pool,

And sat and stretched,

Feeling muscles tense and release their way

Into the solo start of my day.

The sun was high.

Flying through a cloudless sky,

I reached for it

At its zenith over my hatless head.

Cold fingers empty, it was instead

Captured in a million shards of light

Lazily floating on the cooling depths

Which sighed below me,

Fronded, quiet and peaceful

Belying fearsome strength.

She whispered her way into my angled view.

Gliding silently,

Mirrored in perfect harmony below.

I watched her as she danced and swirled,

Dipped and soared,

Keeping perfect time with her now rippled twin.

There were moments when the two appeared conjoined

Kissing...

At water's edge.

Until she made her choice

Slicing down to break her fast.

Sit up... nearly finished...

A seal meandered across my line of sight

Dark aubergine,

Glistening.

He lifted his whiskered face to judge,

With eyes as old as time,

Then slid back into the unseen

Unmoved by God's beauty above.

Balance...

Kemo brings a stick

Mangled...

Wet...

Shedding bark.

Places it reverently at my knee

Watching me intently.

He backs away and whines for me to play.

Jameela basking in November sun

Stirs indulgently

Then scratches inelegantly

Jingling her tags with the effort

Breakfast time?

Morning sounds are starting now

The sound of traffic darts across the water

Building

As the clock ticks on.

The ballet is over... it is time to begin.