Capturing Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking from a chilly night, lying in the tent, warmer now,
enjoying the light morning breeze.
Getting up, sitting on our camp cot, looking out the zippered
door at a panoramic view of mountains white with snow.
Closer in, mountains brown with age, welcoming with their
tantalizing promises of a warmer day yet to come.
Lying bluely before me, is Lake Pleasant in it's rolling
majesty as wind blows itself across the top, causing ripples
of white to form and disappear.
Looking out across the watery span, sails standing upon the
water while rowboats and bass boats, floating atop, are filled
with people fishing beneath the water.
Catching nature and having fun with everything in mother
nature's abode.
Silent, serene, quieting my soul for the return trip home again.