Burn Lake

As the flame danced with the wind and the embers

Amber rekindled with the forsaken ash

The storm clouds pulled away

and another blue moon felt its shadow cast.

Night time ran into dawn.

Soft petals of raindrops fell upon the newly shaved lawn.

Finally, with the loons echo of goodnight.

Burns lake came up and out of sight.

It is a slippery slope living among the mortals

There is no right

There is no wrong

There is no place to belong.

Yet, late in the evening

Perhaps just before dawn

the symphony of earth angels mime in song.

Yet, late in the afternoon

Just before the sun turns to warm

Out on the lake you can see it…

if you do not look too long.

Out on the lake, it could be said

At any of God’s moments

At any miscues of time

There is an undeniable rhythm with the earth

An indisputable rhyme.

North of the Notch

I grab her when she is warm and light.

Lay my frazzled mind in the crook of her loving arms.

A quilt of many colors.

The pastels gather my worries up.

And, an unspoken promise to keep me from harm.

 

Stone pillars may hold back time.

Unpleasant reminders that the elements are unkind.

Only a minutes delay…

Between rain and shine.

North of the Notch.

The arctic air rolls in less promising fashion.

And, is offten unkind.

Only small passages between the bold and blustery…

Buries this fact in my mind.

 

Burn Lake

As the flame danced with the wind and the embers

Amber rekindled with the forsaken ash

The storm clouds pulled away

and another blue moon felt its shadow cast.

Night time ran into dawn.

Soft petals of raindrops fell upon the newly shaved lawn.

Finally, with the loons echo of goodnight.

Burns lake came up and out of sight.

It is a slippery slope living among the mortals

There is no right

There is no wrong

There is no place to belong.

Yet, late in the evening

Perhaps just before dawn

the symphony of earth angels mime in song.

Yet, late in the afternoon

Just before the sun turns to warm

Out on the lake you can see it…

if you do not look too long.

Out on the lake, it could be said

At any of God’s moments

At any miscues of time

There is an undeniable rhythm with the earth

An indisputable rhyme.