Memory of a Winter Lakeside at Dawn
Across the chill, still, silent water
of a child’s winter lake,
a ghostly iridescent drake,
creates a chevron wake
to break the thin veneer of liquid skin,
and scoops an arc of amber spray,
to catch, the first bright burst
of morning light, that marks night’s
sudden death with dawn’s revealing rays;
which lays across the shining, sheer
as glass tranquility of a surface free
from shock, the burning brilliance
of the sun’s relentless clock.
©James Rainsford 2012
Note to readers: This was an attempt to compose a word picture. To recreate in the mind’s eye a powerfully remembered image from my childhood. Only you can judge if I’ve succeeded. Please click on the link below to record your comments. Thank you for visiting. I'll respond to all who leave me a comment. James.