A Spring Day

A gentle breeze brushes my face

And I wonder...

What does it know?

The day is good

Water is rushing against my waders

And against strewn boulders

The air becomes still

My caddis lands so ever softly

Then instantly takes off

Speeding along fast currents

Is there a trout in wait?

I do envision it

And I can sense he is there

Yes, the day is good

- dryflynm, 2025