is viewed by sunset’s breath, a quilt
of fire as mosquitoes
skitter in random flight
dashing themselves as pinpricks
of movement
against lake’s surface--
a surrounding forest
is a welcome mat for visitors,
our tent solitary among
familiar silhouettes
where bullfrogs burp, loons
lament and coyotes howl
as servers within Nature’s menu.
Owls hoot, deer call loved ones
and rabbits escape into balls of fur
the land alive, a symphony.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 1, 2012 - 16:05
And what a beautiful symphony you describe in this
poem Richard.
I just loved all the descriptions of every line.
Thankyou for sharing this one.
Jenny.
Richard L. Prov... | February 1, 2012 - 16:18
Thank you so much, Jenny. My memories of such adventures will never escape me. This lake nestled among a low range of hills was undiscovered by myself until my feet met the shoreline. An echo of conversation took place in my heart and the scene breathtaking. Nova Scotia is filled with such visions. Enjoy the moment. Richard LP
scratch | February 1, 2012 - 19:10
Beautifully observed images communicated in economic an transporting language. Thank you Richard.
Richard L. Prov... | February 2, 2012 - 03:47
Thank you, Scratch. Today, snow fell again and reminds me of the many times I snow-shoed through the outdoors, with Algonquin shaped prints following me. Richard LP