Morning On the Lake
As birds are singing in the nearby trees,
The morning sun reflects upon the lake,
Its warmth caresses, softly strokes my head,
The reeds are blowing in the gentle breeze,
No fish in sight: the water is opaque;
So glad I’m here, instead of in my bed.
Jack Horne, 28th October, for Nette’s Senses for a Sestet contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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