Storms
Several soakers rally.
Tremendous rains snow.
Occasional gales scent.
Rare cloudbursts cause.
Many meteorologists meander.
Seasonal winsome sky.
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Over 300 puddles of Sudbury lakes
once scraped by a glacier in hundreds of shapes.
Now filled with fresh water for everyones taste
like playing or boating wherever they're placed.
Some fish them or ski them in winter or summer.
Ski Doo them; Sea Doo them and bring them in Hummers.
There's swimmers and soakers with masks and with fins
to snorklers and divers with tanks and black skins.
With sunshine for tanners at rest on the shores
to moonlight and coolers; our social outdoors.
So don't ask your friends who they're coming to see.
when Living With Lakes means sharing is free.
It’s summertime
and Janis wails through the speakers.
I sit at my picnic table,
papers scattered,
and I chase perfect words
like I used to chase butterflies.
My kids splash through the scene,
armed with Super Soakers.
Their antics threaten to jar
the few words I managed
to land on the page.
They jump in the pool -
giggles come up for air
in a million bubbles.
I trade my pen
for a popsicle,
join them poolside,
and succumb to
easy living and
the sweltering rhythms of
“SUMMERTIME.”