the moon’s reflection
casting her form on the lake
a wolf steps softly
Tag: lake
Soul Lake
a brooding still lake
pervasive thoughts overcome
all who see the lake
the dead wait in the dark depths
for the living to join them
Restless
The misty lake in the morning,
waiting for the chill to subside.
Watching and thinking about you
Wondering where your heart
has gone; is it still with me?
Thinking back to times before
technology made communication
so easy. When written words
delivered by post meant the
difference between life and death.
Sounds are few yet soothing,
as the lake seems reluctant to
give up any of her secrets.
Thinking this must be my way,
as you deny me even a text message
while playing the heartstrings.
Moving as the mist leaves the lake
exposed to my gaze, scrutiny.
Just like me, the lake is exposed;
waiting for the heart tune to stop.
Lake Memories
A journey we take
golden memories we make
by the tranquil lake
Lake Games
The fog gathers, caressing the trees;
The trees see their reflection on the surface;
The lake’s surface is their mirror.
The mirror reveals what the trees want to see;
The fog clouds their judgement;
The lake plays games with the wise old trees.
Lake Song
A mysterious fog
hangs about
the fabled woods.
Sitting still on
the surface
watching the water.
Listening to the
calm sounds
of the lake song.
Haiku: Still Lake
a still lake morning
a tea, and coffee for one
yelling at the lake
Young and Foolish
Lips of rose, powdered ivory cheeks,
dark long hair moving as she moved,
eyes of violet ice, mitten coal hands.
She was a flower blooming and dancing
for freedom on the lake that snowy day.
I was only a young, foolish boy watching
the way she moved, captivated, knowing.
Lips of rose turned white, ivory cheeks froze,
dark long hair became still, her eyes closed,
the mittens no longer danced in the snow.
I fled from her stillness, forever running from
that beautiful face I never stopped to love.
The Cat & Jam
Yesterday’s hearts weigh heavy
on the years lived in the past.
Time does not wait for hearts to be ready;
hearts must be ready and waiting for all time.
Couch surfing alone. The house is cooking.
The night is cold, clear, calm, and crystallising.
A meow from the laundry tells her the cat
wants food, or else she will be the next meal.
Crashing and banging in the laundry as bowls,
teaspoons, detergent, all of it gets a workout.
The cat sits starring at the strange figure,
wondering why food is so difficult to provide.
Friends again after the feeding, yet she feels
peckish for insomnia and jam are no strangers.
She sits on the fence, mulling over a decision,
until the desire for sweetness outweighs reason.
The Lakeshore
a solitary figure stands on the lakeshore
lost in deep contemplation
the many shadows take her thoughts
feeling subtle vibrations
so many hidden details in the landscape
revealing differences within
the sound of birds singing their song
looking into her reflection
C & K 