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In winter sheltered From the cold, but this summer Imprisoned by heat© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
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In winter sheltered From the cold, but this summer Imprisoned by heat© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
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As I move, the trees Filter the sun’s vain attempt At spoiling my run© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
One morning around 5:30 I walked down to the lake’s edge – just for the heck of it – and my mouth literally dropped open:
Island stands ablaze Amidst a steamy pink fog Lit by rising sun© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
An involuntary reaction to nature’s conspiracy against my particular morning mood:
Sunrise, long shadows Lake as glass, birds are singing I laugh – such beauty!© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
Every single morning at the lake is a different experience.
Creeping around trees Fog crawls off the placid lake And adds a gray hue© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
During our time in the north woods, there were many opportunities to simply pause and reflect. I was able to note and capture a few.
Our arrival after a long winter of the lake home’s having sat dormant, all systems drained, electricity off, is always a little unwelcoming. A reminder that we are occasional guests in an environment which seems to prefer that we not come at all.
This haiku quartet comes from that first encounter of spring:
Haiku Quartet – Somber Post-winter Visit
No one has been here Scattered twigs and limbs, long grass Winter’s toll taken Loneliness engulfs The cabin down by the lake Idle since last fall Slow, persistent rain Gentle breeze shakes heavy drops From leaves overhead Solitary loon Indifferent, unaware Fishes near the shore© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins