Dyke Lake, Nova Scotia

The bay is a Welcome mat of
waves, arranging weeds
as cooked spaghetti.

Aside the lake
a noisy graveled road,
car lights unmasking
mosquitoes in the twilight

cottages abandoned during
the week, alive again.

Trees are etched upon
the canvas shore, clouds and
water provide a framing.

© Richard L Provencher

First published Summer 1996
Volume 12, Number 3
The Officers’ Quarterly
Fredericton, New Brunswick
ISSN-0845-4868