A beautiful October day. I slept in. Cleaned the house. Mulched leaves . I feel like I could have done more if I had not slept in. I made lasagna and baked chicken fro the week. Since I had not been to Tamarack lately I drove out there. Forgot the camera of course. Mirror smooth and quiet.

The Gift

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Wrapped a poem around

a stone to gift the lake

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I walk a wooded trail

beside the mirrored lake

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Carpet of pine and leaf

whisper stories of this

bygone summer as I pass

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The errant brier drying and brittle

still snags and clings as if to say.....

Please, stop and talk for a while

before I sleep the winter away..

I pause but a moment to free

me from its prick

I linger not, the gift I carry

must be given this beautiful

October day

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The cove, a reflecting pool,

nothing more than an alter

for my gift

A simple toss to reach the

middle of the alter...

As a flower blooms to seed

the bond is broken and the stone

cast to the deep....

A single white flower now rests

upon the rippled alter

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No breeze, no ripples...

What phantom hand pushes?

The single white flower glides past

seeking the open water

Lost to sight, I follow along the shore

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A cloth of emerald lily pads

trimmed in reflected

silver and gold...

Just off center...

A single white flower sits,

out of shadow, beneath

the golden sun

...

ccd October 2011