Towards the Welcome

Weathered rowboat pulled up on the lake’s edge Oars folded neatly inside  Red horizon fading As white stars burn fire across the heavens Thick-barked conifers shiver as the night wind picks up And the deep blue water tickles and pats The sandy shore Find the way by starlight Down toward the wooded headland To the…

Water lilies

On a cool clear day a lake lies gleaming rushes define the shore while lily pads dot their way across to where the distant trees sway and dip, waving swishing out a greeting and a summoning if I were light as air I would dance across the lilies to answer the call of the far…

On my Lake

At sunset the small boat glides forward Parting the reeds smoothly No hurry to arrive A leisurely journey of peace The lake glows yellow-orange with the last light Water laps at the wood Splashes lightly on hands, on face Kissing healing into aching limbs Cleansing from pain, bringing forth health Trees line the shores, rustling…

The Edge

Living on the edge Beneath my feet A great lake stretches away Pristine glass To grassy slopes, rising, slowly rising Hills of green and gold And further still the blue and grey Of distant mountains The soft lap of water at my doorstep The slow creak of a boat moored nearby Wind whispers over the…