Our lake is
frothy with waves
stretching lily-pad roots
into spaghetti trails
our canoe an island of
respite, day’s adventure
accepting loon’s
ancient call
this breath of life, outdoor
thrills, soothing splash
of water upon
the hull, then later
evening’s silence, as
a glass of Chablis
after supper--
the cottage road
comes alive, headlights
pouncing on darkness as
mosquitoes probe
and trees continue
their vigil by the shore.
© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
