August, the last summer month according to the calendar is cooling off with chilly evenings. Covid is still amongst us and so we have kept a low profile in our community. If I lived on the west coast I would liken some weeks as 'Fogust' as I was grounded with chronic GI problems, blurring out life beyond the walls of home. Well, not quite so, as we took five days to camp on beautiful Revelstoke Lake at Martha Creek Provincial Park. Refreshing swims, hours of reading and becoming still to listen and observe nature in this amazing vista viewed from our campsite.
at Revelstoke Lake
The sea-green water rests smooth as glass
exposing rocky shelves sliding down into the deep
Clouds hang as fluffy tufts and vapour mass
An osprey dives, in it’s talons a tasty treat
Pine cones drip with glistening sap
on branches bowed as in silent prayer
The darkening night reveals a terrestrial map
an awesome sight as into infinite depths I stare
Silence reigns in all that’s fair
The unseen wind begins its magical dance
As water ripples rise to white caps in choreographed glee
Billowing dark clouds expand to fill the skies expanse
The haunting cry of a loon, does it a threat perceive?
A charcoal sky echoes rolls of rumbling thunder
Crack! Blinding bolts of lightning slice through the night
The heavens explode with splatting tears, gusty wind creates a chilly shudder
into a cozy shelter I take my flight
Silence broken one August night
Trudy Peters
2020
1 comment:
Awesome poetry!
Catherine
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