The Beauty of the Pond

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The mist swirls, or is it the fog?

Only the wind knows.

Bended light of autumn sun seeking out fluttering leaves as the clouds lift.

To catch the breeze and drift an entangled dance together.

Their edges curled like a makeshift boat floating in the sunlight.

Waters edge is still, reflecting waterfowl

A pair paddles across a mirror like surface.

They call, a loons voice reverberating against the rocks

A voice that sounds like an eery echo, and then all is still once more.

A breath of wind sends a ripple, one and then two,

Until there’s too many to count,

They lap softly talking to the shore.

I stand so early in the morning, watching this scene

Repeating itself, creating a permanent memory, so I can play it

Over and over in my mind of how the pond, the wind, the leaves, and

the fowl etch such beauty in this great kingdom of mine called Alaska.

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writinginalaska 6 years ago from southeast Alaska Author

thank you Saleheensblog. LTNS, where ya been? I just tweaked the title a bit and the photo to show one of my own that i took at the pond I had in mind. I wrote two others today too, have a read. lvh


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Don Simkovich 6 years ago from Pasadena, CA

Beautiful. I'm starting to write a novel loosely based on time I spent as a boy at a cove of a reservoir where I grew up in western PA.


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writinginalaska 6 years ago from southeast Alaska Author

thank you Don. I also spent three years as a caretaker/property manager at a mountain lake and camp ground when i lived in Colorado. I should write of my adventures from that time too i suppose before the memories are gone. Lived there year round 8400 above sea level. Glad you are following too. lvh

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