Poem six and final of my time in nature at Marywood. I am late for checkout getting these babies posted. Forgive me Sisters. By the time this poem came to me this morning sitting on the dock, I had become part of the nature of the lake and the nature in and around the lake. Enjoy the poem!
Lake View
A new day
born of night rain
sunlight splashed
across the silver surface
mottled by reflections of shore.
We reflect
like the gliding gulls
and leaning trees,
just another creature
part of the unfillable beauty
of water and sky,
light and eagle’s cry.
