july
indescribably
beautiful. blue sky, still lake.
warm sun on my face.
august
the shadows grow long
seagulls keen by the shoreline
soon the sun will rest.
september
i saw the first geese
fly south. i asked them to bring
good wishes to you.
colder days will paint
falling leaves in reds and golds ...
summer songs linger.
october
a few falling leaves ...
october poems drifting
from some larger trees.
november
winter in the air
the lake shivers, grey and cold
green leaves cling tightly
water flows to sky
indistinguishable grey
clouds conceal sunset
december
as the days shorten
i greet the lake at sunrise
pink glow in the east
january
fine sliver of light
first new moon of the new year
what do you promise?
february
softly, softly snow
flutters from gentle clouds and
settles to the earth
softly, softly, words
flutter from my fingers and
float onto paper
march
maple syrup: from
sleeping winter trees woken
by warm spring sunlight
Hundreds of geese spell
"V" ictory over winter.
Spring honks her way home.
april
snowflakes in the air
... yet the sun is warm. my lake
begins to shatter.
winter’s silence yields
to spring celebration and
joyous new music:
shards of shattered ice
dance in the water. thousands
of tiny bells chime.
may
flashes of firelight
golden pathway leading west
moon burns in darkness
june
three stars. one loon. the
silent lake so still tonight
and i am at peace.