Dancing Rose-Gold

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Each morning
Early
As though awakening
The lake
Comes alive

An opening movement
Two ducks
In formation
Quietly chatting
Whisk by just above the water

A single gull appears
Overhead
Looking, searching
Its wings
Pink with the rising sun

Far off
A loon begins its day
Black-green head
Sharp, wet bill
Glistening

On the bunkhouse wall
A dance
Rose-gold reflection
Sun grazing the water
Finding its way into the room

A noiseless waltz
Sometimes partnered
Leaf shadows
Gentle
In a morning breeze

Tags: Nature, northern lake, poetry, Solitude

This entry was posted on July 29, 2014 at 8:10 am and is filed under Nature, Poetry, Solitude. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

3 Responses to “Dancing Rose-Gold”

maskednative Says:
July 29, 2014 at 9:25 am | Reply
Your morning awakening by the lake was so full of expression, I could picture the scene as if I was there. I could read this again and again.
click over here now Says:
September 24, 2014 at 8:53 pm | Reply
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Tom Says:
August 18, 2017 at 2:32 am | Reply
Reblogged this on In a dim light… and commented:

It’s that time of year again.

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