The Lake
The swollen lake had begun to settle again as the
brilliant sun seemed to dance between the clouds
I’d fondly remember the quiet calming warmth
beneath the trunks of big cypress trees morning
golfers could be seen in a distance overlooking
rows and rows of grassy hills as I sat sipping
hazelnut coffee with hints of coconut cream
the wide-open grandeur allowed giant egrets
to land on logs that housed the seasonal perched
wood storks who came every summer to nest
my soul followed the red masculine cardinal’s
who only peeked out to chase the grackles and
noisy bluejays away while the female cardinals
enjoyed fresh berries sharing sweet nectar with
hummingbirds as woodpeckers sends signals
down my spine banging on the only hollow tree
awakening the old owl by to the loop of cool darkened
forestry hiding from the daylight my mind comforted
in the faint notions of such beauty hidden deep within
the woods behind the sun along the river's edge while
yellow eyed alligators prowled searching for unsuspecting
prey to get a closer view of the pink flamingos seeking
solitude and seclusion to bathe and dry their wings sudden
soft breeze began to stir as hundreds of white herons
flew in from the Caribbean Sea hunting frogs
and hefty tadpoles that just arrived with a tangled
nest of garden snakes oh how the birds began
squawking chirping whistling noises filled every
corner of the lake while shadows of large wings
blocked the sun two hawks gliding about the very
top of the tall trees startling a mother eagle arriving
back just in time to her nest with breakfast for her
three awaiting chicks wouldn't you know a gang of
turkey vultures lay low hoping she drop a few eggs
to devour appetizers until the alligator leaves something
dead behind as I sit stirring my coffee I watch the sunrise
a little bit higher reaching the height of the day I suppose
and yet traces of darkness still blankets the forest in my
neck of the woods soothing sun glistening sky calming
the soft ripples on the lake oh look baby ducks are arriving
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen May 27th 2024
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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