The pure trust, the true “yes” lies buried deep in the determinations of finite life. G&B 259
high tide moving out __sparkling wave clouds
knife-headed cormorant__black cut-out implodes
goes the surface dazzle__the pattern set by the moon
bees blues in asters__crickets crystal tune
face of the Ur-yes__fading into sound
wind-rubbed maples sigh__leaves drift in the pond
pond songs 
Somehow I had lost my follower’s link to you, Tom. Just now I went searching and realised. Link re-established!
And another pond song enjoyed!