The Lake
Sun crowns eastern pines
Flashes of green infiltrate the mist
Loon’s mournful cry pierces the haze
Only faint echo
Lost love?
Weary eyes gaze neath laden brow
Long years their toll taken
Lake of polished Azurite
Celestial mirror for spirits?
My bed of moss
Secure amid Juniper arms
A serene haven
Where dreams I may ponder.
