The Lake

Standing at the water's edge a school of small fry catfish swim scurrying beneath the sun rays in and out the cover of decaying leaves; how fast they hurry gathering in a blend of darkened feelers that explore the shores beneath them escaping the sharp beaks of snapping turtles hungry and seeking food breezes lightly brush the surface easing in and out the lily pads ready to blossom their bulbous protrusions; a fluid current slips along with the shadows curving effortless around the bends while turtles bask upon stationary logs baking in the brilliance of the sun; heron glide with heads gleaning the water as larger fish hang low beneath the currents tall reeds stretch along the shorelines floating in the gust of humid atmosphere that lay heavily upon the body and skin; all is a return to nature here lush and green full of life born in spring embracing the warmth of summer on the lake.