Pond at Wegmar

Alice this year enlarged her pond,
and another smaller, higher dug.
Between them Lesseps a feeding stream
(when the hose is on).

New four mil reclines along, within the sand,
and goldfish of aquarium airs
are poured among the old pond
overwinterers.
There’s roil and ending before the croakers come to blend
to the sheens of summer light.

Paling thyme and ivy, zinnias and the kerria bush
are fullest in the longer shadows,
measures of the restless lake.
Board and straw now shelter fish and frogs
for whom this year are exits added.

December, and the Muslim moon is high.
Below, teal throws upon the nearing cedar
are weft with brightly from the house,
where Wenceslas, God and sinner
(as in us sing)
may round and gracing meet.