At the Lake Shore Fishing

Flowers bend with the wind Beauty so delicate survives A pebble toss into the lake Causes ripples of waves Reflections of time Deep in the solitude Of the lake's waters I cast my line and sit At the lake's shore Not to catch a fish But to ponder my love For you A steady sun shines strong Spiraling through the balding trees leaves My straw hat cannot reflect It's heat Each bead of sweat is kissed By the coolness of the lake's breeze Teasing my senses With your touch A rude fish tugs on my line But I decline it Freeing the poor soul Back into the water And I answer myself Gathering my gear I walk back the dusty trail Into an empty cabin Full of memories.