Monday, March 16, 2015

Escape on the Lake


Quiet and gray, crispness in the air

Clouds and surface combine in one

Snowflakes fall heavily into dark water

Pulling on the oar, my breath freezes



The shore recedes, gray water surrounds

Mountains rise above the valley far below

Snow gathers slowly on evergreen needles

Ripples run outward from the silver canoe



Horses in the pasture stamp feet

Field lays fallow, yellow stubble wetted

Fowl paddle by as all shapes fade away

Isolation embraces and nature encircles



Lying back, staring up; sky is falling

Thick, wet crystals land gently on bare skin

Solitude is my blanket; silence my music

Weight and worry slip off, melting away