
21 Aug Lady of the Lake
Crisp, fresh air: cedar and pine
The sun slowly rising over the horizon
Casting shadows across the lake
Fog slowly rises from the water
An omniscient presence retreating to the night
Bright moon, Indigo sky
Adorned in her finest jewels waiting for her long lost love
An orchestrated light installation
The maestro unseen; a masterpiece divine
Bright burnt orange sienna infused with gold
Pinks and purples highlight the dimension and depth
White billowy clouds appear to do costume changes
Curtain calls
As they dance across the twilight
Bravo! Bravo!
The sun and the moon share one last, longing glance
As the sun rises and the moon falls
The paradox of Lady Hawk
I can almost hear the ancients; my ancestors of old
Whispering through the pines
“Welcome home, my child. Welcome home.”
Water so calm and clear
The transparency making it difficult to decipher where the sky ends and the water begins
Birds chirping in harmony; their chorus in perfect unison
Is it a lonely love song or a dance for the fairy nymphs
Two squirrels run and play
It appears to be a mother and her offspring
Eager to please, the baby follows in perfect synchrasy
A family of ducks swim across the lake
A soft breeze causes gentle ripples to cross the calm
A thousand mosquitos hover above the water
Trout jump eager for their first morning feast
As I curl myself in a warm but worn serape blanket
Steaming, rich black coffee cupped in both hands
I allow the morning dawn to stir awake something deep within
A sweet lazy smile is all he needs
Oh my sweet, sweet honey bee
Cotton and down encase us in white
Rumi and Whitman recited in love
Sweet, sweet nectar
Neck kisses and ear nibbles make me squeal like a small child
Vulnerable and trusting, I give myself to him in this beautiful place
“Welcome home, my child. Welcome home.”
Author: Mary Rogers
Editor: Caroline Beaton
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