On Our Lake
The morning -
kayaks launch, voices call,
sound moves cleanly over deep waters.
White ibis and blue heron cordon cypress knees;
shallow eddies mirror the faces of our dreams.
At twilight, sherbet reflections paint
sunlight's fair, fading face
on our lake.
Copyright, May 31, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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