Treasure Island

Fiona Davidson

(From beyond time)

Yellow Stripes


Fish breaking surface
Ripples fill the surface
Early morning at the lake
Watching nature waking

Grey turns to palest blue
Through to summer shades
Lit by the suns fingers warmly
In yellow stripes across the shore

Patience settles over me
Wrapping me in her cloak
As I sit on the sidelines looking
For a tug on the float

So many ways to recharge myself
Slow drowsy memories of lakes

Submitted: Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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  • Sue Sie (7/15/2009 4:51:00 PM)

    Something very peaceful and relaxing sat by a fishing lake....described
    so well 10++
    Sue (Report) Reply

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