The lake is there,
just over the hill. Our view is
stolen by lilacs.
View from our living room window. In the winter, we can see the lake. Just barely. Darn lilacs.
poem-there November 28, 2016
In the early morning
the view is clear;
we can see for miles.
As day emerges,
clouds obscure our vision,
our perspective decreases.
Clarity before obscurity.
Peace before busyness.
One to hold the other at bay.
poem-orb October 9, 2014
A huge silver orb is
suspended in the mist
and glistens on the lake.
it was all hazy, and the sun was a huge silver orb hanging in mist. I should start carrying my camera again.
poem-loon laughter July 21, 2014
Ghostly calls across the lake
loons declaiming poetry
its harmonic tones drowned
by strident laughter
in the cabin next door
from a less musical loon.
.
On the right of the photo, the two small white dots on the water are the loons.
poem-lake love July 19, 2014
Here,
listening to the loons,
with you,
is a precious moment
of forever.
.
poem- quilted drive April 15, 2014
I drive a lime aphid
along a grey ribbon,
through rippling hills
and valleys of
green velvet
along teal satin waters
beneath a blue silk sky
dusted with tufts of batting fluff.
.
.
(The aphid is actually a Beetle, but the colour is right). 😉
poem-magic mirror March 31, 2014
The lake has captured the sky
reflecting clouds on blue silk,
shore lines doubled,
snow dusted trees, like brushes,
paint mist
suspended half way between reality
in a magic mirror of spring.
poem- quilting world March 7, 2014
The lake is charcoal flannel serge
bound with an ermine edge
beneath a quilt batting sky.
poem- serendipity September 1, 2013
The scenic route was lovely
and when I attempted to return to the highway
I took a wrong turn and found myself
above it all.
Beautiful blue sky day
The lake vividly stretching before me.
I savour the view as a serendipitous
opportunity to slow down
and look around.
No hurry.
Look.
.
.
Kalamalka Lake. Taken with my iPhone.
Through the grass you can see the highway I was supposed to have been on.
Instead, I ended up on a cul de sac of nice homes.
Shawn L. Bird 