" Reflections " Reflections on a sparkling lake where waves play unconfined. Ripples in the morning fog paint portraits in my mind. The solitude of early spring has led me to this place. Where all of nature shines anew and shares her special grace. The shafts of sunlight on my skin warm me to the core. The scent of pine upon the wind drifts in from nearest shore. A Heron swoops to catch a fish and does so with such ease. He spreads his wings and soars free so high above the trees. The tender buds will open soon as leaves of green return. Then gentle rains will fall to earth and feed the forest fern. I have found that now and then a time of peace prevails. When not a single soul is there, no sirens, boats or sails. Life it seems has found a way to compensate for haste but earth will have the final say and keep its spirit chaste. |