Monday, August 25, 2014

AWAKENING in the ADIRONDACKS (c) By Polly Guerin

The morning mist hovers 'or the lake

And across the silent, gloomy stillness

A lone canoe freed from its anchor

Plies the waters seeking its dock

Suddenly the plaintive cries of a loon

Invades this remote rustic wilderness

The distant shore is bleak and at peace

While the dense forest's cedars shudder

And the sun beats down its heat

Awakening the morning

On a sultry day in summer.