Life’s Spiritual Banquet
Our canoe discovers a feast of pleasure
its sleek hull an arrow
piercing the stillness of God’s plan
reflections shunted
from stately trees where cozy cottages
circle like a ring of jewels
this lake created from cups of freshwater
a sanctuary from grasping
life, woes and errs of human contact
left behind. We step up to Nature's
table and absorb vegetables
of beauty
birthing a baby-blue sky.
Ripples nudge against
our fiberglass prow, thrill of a loon's lament
slap of beaver tail
upon the pond
the curious stare of a deer.
We hold firmly
to these precious moments-
dip of cherry wood paddle, sureness of
J-strokes moving us forward
to future feasts.
© Richard L. Provencher 2002
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | February 8, 2008 - 19:53
Many years ago, editors told me, "Nature poems are not publishable." And it was fun to prove them wrong, since most of my published poems reflect the land in which I live. Nature is a great part of my writing and it is so pleasing to see other writers successful in getting their own beautiful nature poems published. RLP
Sooz006 | February 9, 2008 - 14:08
Lovely poem, Richard.