Swan Lake at Pocontico Hills
November shadows
beneath the lake's surface
slow moving bass
a thousand suns
rippling across the lake
into one
leaves settling
on the black water
without a ripple
a misted sun
reflected in the lake
still the cold
Stylus Poetry Journal
4 comments:
__ Nifty Adelaide, seeing thoughts rise, through the mist of a fall pond's damp but warming sunrise.
I used to be able to walk around this lake, but it's too much for me , now. I see it only in memory.
Adelaide
Lovely sequence Adelaide.
Much love...
P.S. I have not been blogging for a while. As soon as i get my internet service back. I will be blogging again
Thanks Gillena. I miss your blog.
adelaide
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