
Reflections
A Morning on the Lake
The morning mist sweeps across the lake.
The goose calls to his mate, his pleas echoing through the chill of the morning… unanswered.
Ripples of liquid time, reflections drift through my mind of yearning to be light and free

as the swallows dancing with glee on the breeze — light flutters of wings on wind and whisper silent flight without a care.
Such delight they must take in that unfettered state of gliding through light and air.
A fish bubbles up.
An egret takes wing.
And a hummer sings his chirping song.
Waves of peace and calm wrap me in arms of morning musings.
I am one with the lake.
I am her creature.
Silvered dimples and glassy depths multiply the sky, and the birds, and the branches of the low-lying oak.
And the cry of the goose from around the bend comes again.
My heart fills with hope.
For now, his mate glides by his side. Together, they imbibe the simple joy of drifting, no goal in sight, enjoying the soft wet light…
of just another morning on the lake.

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