I walk to the waters edge,
unintentionally
dislodging small turtles
from their precarious perches on the fallen branch
-their tiny splashes ripple across the dark water.
The scent of green vegetation
and still water hangs heavy in the morning air
fresh and sour
at the same time.
Tiny butterflies ring my head-
a halo of pale yellow wings.
The morning air is thick with humidity
and midges. I can see the vapor rise
from the waters surface-
evaporation, transfiguration,
transubstantiation.
thecourseofourseasons 
Enjoyed a summer’s day with you – thanks! How are you? Everything going okay?
Nancy
Lovely poem.
This is one that I’ve read several times. It’s rewarding. Very evocative. But it is not pure description because those closing words set ideas racing in the mind. Doubly rewarding!
i like the scent of green vegetation… lovely line