The Dam’s Glorious Indian Summer Day
Fire hot pink~
Is the tree in the distance.
Stationed alone as if~
Guarding the lake~
With haughty assurance.
A ledge face bare~
Crackled, tan, enclosed by~
Alternating pops of colored trees.
As they Fan before their leaves change~
Just before they die to be swept away~
With the breeze.
The clouds fluffy vivid white~
With brush strokes of pastel grays~
Gradually stream by~
As I low tempo am mesmerized in my gaze.
The sun is warm and bright~
With her rays stretching.
Strikingly, piercingly wide~
Like a delicate etching~
In the powder blue sky.
The wind dances across the water~
With zillions of wave heads~
Bee bopping in~
And out of her garment.
She a fine lady is a process of altering stead.
Wild bobbins fluctuating amid large masses~
Of dark navies to electric blues~
Peak and dive across the lady's skirt~
Occurring too furiously for the~
Eye to choose.
People come and go~
Admiring this vista.
Certainly a pleasant site~
To be refreshed, encouraged~
They must be blessed with~
A joyful peacefulness~
Filled with the feeling great full~
To God in high reverence!
A turret stands on the water's blued petticoat~
Just a bridged attachment from the earth's edge.
Enticing the mind to ponder once lived castle moats~
For kings who led with also their fortresses afloat.
He is made of natural stone bricks~
Footing sturdy down deep in the waters bed.
Where it be sound, fixed, bound not to creep~
He is firmly anchored faithfully wed.
His arched windows cased in light granite~
Gives the palace his own relic charm.
Shelfed forms jet to dress a dignified fit~
Too tuff for anyone to harm.
A round roof he sports~
Reaching, narrowing to the very top!
Unique a pointed pinnacle calling out~
A passive air of appealing welcome~
To all as he is found.
The fortress on its blue green floatation~
A sturdy brick path leads directly.
A bridge dressed with arched openings below~
Permitting the waters laced turquoised slip~
To pass under, within as only itself~
It does please when in flow.
Aloof a backdrop can be witnessed~
Pending colors expected.
They will burst from plush greens~
To a multitude of hues of a gay fiesta!
Soon fancy and fleeting~
Oranges, reds, pinks, gold's, ~
And even auburn browns~
Flaunting before long on the~
Mountains burly out stretched arm.
Closer soft tassels & yellow pedals~
Leap from flower tops in a cheerful dance!
Soon to dry and crumble~
While sewing seeds to give their rebirth a chance.
Sporadic boulders sit as if purposefully~
Placed in a landscape picturesque.
Seeming to beckon tourist to~
Perch on their distinguished molds.
To captivate longer stares~
As stories told enthrall and extend the detainee's rest.
A black rod iron barrier stretches long~
Wavering chest height as it accommodates the uneven~
Sending a brash message any likelihood of entrance~
Is most undoubtedly denied~
No access will be allowed!
A foreboding fence displayed ~
Shielding visitors from a diving fate!
Shouting protection from a plunging doom~
Of grassy backbends pitched.
A steeping downwards tread~
To the waters underskirt~
Whom during her day by day habit~
Rhythmically washes on the pebbled shores girth~
Weathering it to a perfect fit.
Crimson leaves of a Japanese maple~
Can not be ignored.
As Brilliant Sumacs flutter at her knees~
As if she is a Queen to be adored.
The Asian beauty also appears to admire~
With living transformed zeal!
Enhancing herself up for the occasion~
As her royal devoted duty~
Is core appeal.
Every organism and element~
Attuned to enjoy the dam at this~
Glorious busy pallet time.
Celebrating signally yet together~
This Indian summer day~
By Lisa Luv
(Lisa J. Warner)
Dedicated to Anthony