Thursday, April 10, 2014

the lake: poem & song

the waves crest white with foam
not ice
the thaw has settled in

my fingertips test the lake's shallowest place

though thawed still frigid

breathe in deeply, the wind races by

cuts across bike path and sand

first time by the water, sun's warmth

her face
she smiles and laughs, eyes full with wonder

we will return, not this week but maybe next

is coming and the waiting won't be long

one last look as we return to the car, not goodbye

good day
we'll see you again soon


Poem & song inspired by our daughter's first trip to the Lakeshore.