Floodwater

There is a pool today
Where there was none before.
The morning clouds are charmed
To see their faces.
Morning wind remembers
The fun of ruffled water.
Swallowed up for flies
And cows are curious.
Taken aback, a swan
Lets down black feet for brakes
And churns a landing trail.
He will not stay.
This upstart pool,
Sedgeless, reedless and rootless,
Is no fit home for swans.