Monday, November 7, 2016

Schoodic Lake Sunrise

At late fall’s dawn I’m set up on a boulder on
the bank, before camp’s picture window.  Purple and
vermillion stretch above the eastern skyline, tips
of trees obscured by mist that sets upon the lake. 
Stubborn undulations meet rocks, spray ice.  One loon’s
wail haunts as orange glows sneak upward.  Contrasted
on grey waves they coat, evergreens contend with browns.
Then the sun climbs up, pours its bronze and gold onto
the surface, where a beam of ivory reaches out 
to me, beneath a hardwood’s bare possessive limbs.   
While shutter clicks record the scene, breakfast scents creep
through brush and rise with cinders left by last night's blaze.

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