The Sanctum of Sanity

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.